“The beach is not a place to work; to read, write or to think.”
I was reminded of that spring
Before the homebound life, when
A dragonfly, irredescent sapphire,
Accidentally pitched itself into the
Jaws of my ancient Pontiac, ragged
Edged and rusty and ready for the
The wrecking yard, but quickly I
Pulled off the road and popped the
Hood, out it flew, that peppered
Pod with compound eyes, unharmed
Still quite able, propelling itself on
crystal wings etched like Art Deco
It fluttered, headed one way and
I another to Año Nuevo State Park
A vast multiplication of blues and
Greens, of sky and ocean, and Oh!
Fin-footed elephant seals sunbathing
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