A scrap of paper
tumbling across the pavement
driven
along the gypsy string breeze
I wonder where it’s going
where it’s been
but then doll-like
syllables
falling
past the lark & seagull sky
painted
in colors I couldn’t begin to describe
distracts me like
pebbled glass
in
what appears to be a peep show mosaic
they should sell tickets to down on the
pier
Summer was very great
but now it’s gone
&
I’m holding on as best I can
when I should just
let go let the surge take me where it will
fog spilling in
from Japan on a satellite hook-up
preempted
by a late-breaking tide
