Santa Monica Sun

Along a winding path

Paved sun-glazed cement

Baked with a hazy grey sealant

With summer shoes

Raking the rocks

Along the freckled

Grass

Sunscreen scented fragrances

Illuminating hiatus

Under the strung out

Santa Monica Sun

Liquid Snakes

Liquid snakes

In the deep grass

Beyond the light

And just past

Where the shadows

Fall

From the tall pines

Near the woods

Nearly all the time

Unequal Fence

A fence runs along

The seems of a property

Judicious in its connecting pieces

Separating the easements

All fences have the imperfection

Of construction

And deterioration

A fence from the ground

To the sky

Coordinated Volcano

The coordinated volcano

Knows when to blow the steam

When to burn the smoke

When to break at the seems

It can shut its leaks

And wait for the weak

When the coordinated volcano

Blows