Monday, June 18, 2018
It was fun to watch the tourists,
Enjoy the wharf on a foggy day.
They fed seals, bought cotton candy,
That disappeared as they walked away.
Spun sugar is very testy,
When moisture is in the air…
Minutes from paying two dollars,
Their paper cone was bare.
Thursday, June 14, 2018
Monday, June 11, 2018
Conrad and I found a forest trail,
A moss-covered path lined with ferns…
I named the scent, “Millennium”.
After the sweet rot an eon earns.
Conrad, being a worry wort,
Pulled me back towards the Salish Sea.
Preferring the backseat of my car,
He felt safer indoors near me.