I’m all alone just floating there, I pray it never ceases
As rain increases, water dons my face in sheets and creases
But in the spaces in-between the raindrops leave me air
Like spaces in my life between the joys, the loss, despairs
“And as his graying body slowly sunk to ocean depths
His lover bird sat on the dock in wait in quiet breaths
She will not stray; she will not leave; she’ll never go away
She’ll ever wait and ever circle ‘til her final day”
“There just beyond the mangroves, just beyond the human traps
Where sunset ripples streak the glassy tops in salty laps
Where winds rush headily with kelpish smells aloft in air
And then one random breeze — a briny spray on feather hair”
“If you like making love at midnight… (the day they put Viagra in the water and raise Johnny Carson from the dead)”
“Restaurants might grumble a bit at first, but I think eventually servers will take pride in being a part of wildlife preservation.”
“Mid-March to around Easter is when young adults the world over flock to the Sunshine State for, well, some sunshine, and perhaps a little mild debauchery.”
“That said, I once saw a tourist wading with her child in two feet of water and a mother and young dolphin swam right up to her feet. “
“Quickly, you grab your phone and look up the Loch Ness people; but wait, now you think it’s a snake – like a water moccasin skimming a lake surface up north. But it isn’t a snake at all, it’s a bird.”
