Thursday, April 10, 2008
California Haiku
1
The morning fit with fog β
Morro's stacks and stone
just barely visible.
2
Tide goes in and out β
never the same,
always the same.
3
Standing on rocks
waiting for the tide
to go down.
4
Sketching the ocean,
my fingers wet
with charcoal.
5
Felled by beer,
I pass out while it's still light
in California.
