looking east.
do I ever tire of water. no. I don’t.
I refresh my view moment by moment. all
the same. and. unknown.
just the way your faces are. to me.
perspective. that’s what they call, how I see.
how many fish in the bowl. how many.
how many are seeing you.
what place calls itself home. go fish.
there was a place and a time. it was early night.
water included.
boats with lanterns. one fashion
to deal with water. lots of water.
let’s call it a parade.
lots of us fish, we came to look and see.
I try not to be broken. you see?
like water is.
we can be easy to please.
virtue. that’s what I call that ability.
you know. hand in hand. feet to feet. ordinary.
MBA webcam views of Monterey Bay used with permission.
please visit and/or support the Monterey Bay Aquarium.
they make the ocean more alive. us too.
click to enlarge the header image. see the water, see the trees.
Flows beautifully like water.
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Thank you Cindy. Aside from what it says, refreshing myself, this is – My sorta minimalist brew still finding itself. What I used to think of as reducing the “connective tissue” language words. Maybe closer to how it feels inside of me. Kind of experimental, yea. Thanks again.
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Whereas I don’t indulge in spare language, but rely on a tissue of ands and maybes, or I might collapse.
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barbara, maybe we’d just fall out on the other side. something (slightly) new in this old world.
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