diaric, poetry

’23 Consequences

square photo of orca whale keychain in a blue-bottomed toy water table

The summer of smoke teaching us to pay
better attention to air quality scores

A bike without a wheel

Istanbul was a cat in your bed
then turned around into an international traffic incident

Desperate for a smile.

What’s enough warning for a 
tidal reckoning?

When experimentation is the object, don’t you see? 
No, you feel. The eyes of the sea. 

P		L		A		Y

and some Roy Orbison MAX VOL, I expect.

I jotted this down early
before my clear bottle
arrives my sailboat, 
salvation, my vessel of 
surrender.


<<I am brave>>
     --aged six


songs coming through the vines and lines this time around
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