Day 19
walk up and down the wharf / wear a coat of fog // dissipate // with every / thing
else
Day 20
the body lags
these winter lungs
sticky gills in such
intemperate weather
egg sandwich and coffee
the clave of rain
sleepy tv between me
and waiting on news
from the wharf possum
Weather is our sphere breathing, belching and farting.
I like that.