I dreamed a loud "snap" that woke me up exactly when I needed to check the traps for rats, at 6:15 a.m.
What would a life coach say to this backyard? What would a life guard do?
"there's a lot of mystique around rum"
it is spending more time in oak
I wonder about oak. Why oak?
Mesquite tequila, mesquite mescal,
camphor, cedar, or redwood gin
"teens like brands, not companies"
"teens drive family expenditure, especially in a downturn"
desserts, architecture, rum, beauty, Olympics, and public art
once eloquent, these ivies and vines
refining the trellis, the pergola
refusing to be trained
as it could be -- parallel
as it ----------- the site
kill devil sugar cane
first distilled molasses
then distilled cane juice
dull roar of The Trail
fountain-like pool refilling, bright
neighbor spraying a bucket with a hose
plastic or garbage can
all this cape myrtle and no hummers
stress and no arctic cranberries unusually high in Omega-3s
gold, caviar, silk
"there's nothing to understand about beauty"
streetlight tops uncapped
only Orion, Big Dipper, visible tonight -- too much ground light for many stars --
dark bay reflective bay
dull harbor, mud bottomed
for a deep draft port, 40 miles from the city center
annex annex annex
a city with no center
nature without center, just proceeding