black hawk up

october again
when blackbird sits on blue rope
sipping pool chlorine

witnesses this year
two women who see this sight
so close to the sea

black hawk up purposely
flew into long stretching
year of dragon cloud

puff the magic dragon
they say he lived by the sea
can see whale’s tail

inside puff’s blowhole
those three swimming black minnows
think they were shadows

moist sand softening
fibromyalgia heaven
tempurpedic toes

kayak hasn’t moved
for many hours sea is calm
maybe an anchor

that’s a white seashell
tern, tern, tern , no not breadcrumbs
mr. tern, tern, tern

when you learn to play
C-dog will accompany
your flute with a howl

he may “tiptoe through
your tulips” while you play
his ukulele though

Byrds / Turn Turn Turn

“there is a season
a time to every purpose
swear it’s not too late”