It’s early morning here. The golden hour,where vision stretches,clears like yawning skiesand every thought, like every rolling wave…
I had no expectations exceptthat I might find the meaning oflife. On a beach, at the break wheregreen water cuts into coarse white…
warm beer on the beacha viewtwo girls stumbling in the sandquite a buzzwhile the sounds of crashingwavesprovide the…
the eye she lost rolled up on the beachshe knew it from its winkand the blue iris, flecked with blackwas so sweetly familiarfrom hours…