Beach Daze

When I taste your skin

in the sun – peppermint stick

with a salted rim.


You’re It

Tropical entry,

plane lands in monsoon downpour,

lightning tags the wings.


Play the Blues Times Three

Ocean, you azured

me at sunrise, but sky, don’t

indigo so fast.

Morning offers up

cornflower, powder and this

omnipresent Delft.

Twilight pirouettes

then genuflects above the

fluttering of wings.