Saturday, December 25, 2010

Venutian Tides

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