Adoration of a Young Woman on the Beach

She didn't hear me say
to myself
' A day like this. . .  I'll
remember forever.'
Her hair salty from the ocean
legs curved soft
shoulders turned away
from her face looking
back towards
a wave crest.
She didn't hear me say to
myself,
'Love permeates the world like the sand
up your ass crack.'

For the Clouds

Remember the unkind ravens
on Mother's Day attacking
the red-tailed hawk gliding towards
the tall Douglas firs on the hill

a dark attack of three soaring, yet
darting effectively amid wisps
of white cirrus backed by
blue firmament not fazing,

floating away from an evening
mist impending down off a
northwest wind! Kraaa! flee into
some other territory they say

perhaps but not here so
further east.  Elsewhere!
protecting a nest of young and
food, the strike speaks clearly.