At 67, I recognize spectrum, again

ankle deep courageseven Rips stretchI could to be more carefulholding day as if tomorrowcan be contained, netted don’t touch buoyancythe wings blemish to unflightbecoming now unexpectedtoddler rock pool smilejizz and fizzle, released I recall a hat blown to seaa lizard skin bones inside outbright of shinearch less footsteps parasolscuttle fish, thousands a different coast nowevery … Continue reading At 67, I recognize spectrum, again