Venus in the morning sky
as big as a car headlight.
Clouds give meaning to the word scuttling, winds move them at a pace
as fast as clicking crabs at tideline
in mating season, scuttling sideways
amid phosphorescing sands.
Seagulls' sunrise squeal,
last night's basso-vibrato -
frogs appearing after the rains.
You put it in a vial
see, hear, smell what becomes in the sillage of your imagination.
Send some in a bottle to me and yours.
photo: Lavendar Sky Sunrise lastor