Writer in San Francisco, CA
The sea slides along the beach,
pushing and pulling. The white froth
gathers, settling on the sand littered
with broken shells, kelp, and the cracked
half-eaten carcasses of crabs. The deep note of
the fog horn covers the rhythmic rushing of the waves.
A seagull cries. The horizon stretches on.
If you liked this post, try one of these:
alien tendrils sprout in banana yellow,
a crisscross of purple limbs, a centerpiece atop
your body. what are you? a U.F.O. among the leaves?
a kaleidoscopic array of spikes and colors starburst
from dark hair carefully manicured in a circular
formation. what a strange thing you are.
squash yellows, purples, dark browns, and soft shade of blues.
the design is divine mathematics pleasing to the eye, but
you are a weird flower.
I found this flower on a walk in a residential neighborhood near Coit Tower. I’d love to know what it is, if you know please leave a comment below.