\\ Whoosh Whoosh / Whoosh / Whoosh
While taking a few steps closer to gauge
the river’s tumult on brushy west bank
and appraise the gaping angle these two,
uprooted ponderosas have laid down
upon the surging Klickitat’s waters,
I’ve disturbed a sheltered covey of Quail
who leap out in rapid wingbeats for flight.
Honey Bee Fatigue
Found resting where there are no flowers,
almost daily these warm July weeks,
on palleted cardboard boxes empty and waiting,
on a parked car near industrial zone,
swollen honey bees act dazed, unwilling
to be nudged off pant leg into renewed flight.
Shasta daisies are easy enough to find –
crestfallen, while bee colonies weaken.
Skinflint’s Synchronous Dream
Sitting on the O- cean’s shoreline boulder,
my view follows the swells coming in gracefully
and busy water flow near our bent legs & feet,
when a mammal’s head rises within arm’s reach.
During the instant stroking smooth, gray skin
before it submerges, there’s a skull, blowhole, fin –
believing it’s a Dolphin where a Seal is more likely.
Dreamscape’s phantom image encounter to ponder,
now we’re awakening to our bright-screen gadgets.
This crumb of confusion goes unremark’d, until
Chris shares a report she has just come across.
A Short-beak’d Dolphin pod feeds avidly,
spread five by seven miles off
Mar coast – Del
noting the synchrony elicits our wide grins.
Arrival at Daybreak
Wingstrokes in sunlit V
propelling to Bybee
With its ruckus
on kitchen windowsill,
a goofy squirrel
distracts me from writing
at the sidelong table.
It has put a walnut
(green husk gnawed off)
into a lower corner
of the windowframe
(gap too wide for nutshell) –
retreats to the steps
when I tap the pane.
Safe after a blink,
it jumps back to sill
and retrieves the nut,
to climb for the trek
to next opportuning.