it is low tide
and the upside down
pelican is kissing
its own reality
graceful awkward
funk gullet
an insect-leaping mullet
wobble dreams
the scene
gone
pied hill prawns
Poems capturing moments of life
it is low tide
and the upside down
pelican is kissing
its own reality
graceful awkward
funk gullet
an insect-leaping mullet
wobble dreams
the scene
gone
wistfully
I scour the the markets
looking for beautiful faces
where are you
Oh man Liza, we speak of you often. Wish we could bump in to you there this Saturday. So good to hear from you. Hope you’re well.