2015
06.10
06.10
“SUNNY DAY, HIGH TIDE,
STRETCHING JETTY”
Taking in the Sun by the longing sighs.
Touching all but one
Of birds higher than cries
Is like a song,
A tune of life
With words of foam and fear.
We press our skins against the boards
Of hoping salty tears.
And leaving far behind us,
The strivings of the nails
That hold my clothes to wooden rows
Of horizontal rails.
(Dec 1969 – from my callow youth, age 17)
NO Photoshop or digital tricks on any of my visual works, unless stated.
Photoshop used only for I/D issues such asĀ to retain anonymity of some models.