Liquid gold and bronze, motion between long swells, state line to escape the skeeters, rhythm pull and back, dip and pull, pull and back, long straight track with small vortices at every step, gloaming fades, night lights appear, new range light blinking frantically, great heron glides by. URCHIN girl sweetness.
Got one side of the Core Sound sanded, ready for primer.
2 comments:
sort a long haiku, wendy, but it's the spirit of the thing that matters
I've been wondering what happened to the Core Sound.
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