with each forgetful step...progress
treading water
drowsy salted morning
man makes little more than acrid waters
Feast Before Harvest
the barges bellow their foul air
still and tepid pools
our racing hearts
flotsam and jetsam
insincerity peeked through cloudlessly
while the others sleep
a sad swell
and the world is still yawning
With Each Forgetful Step...Progress
Treading Water
Drowsy Salted Morning
Man Makes Little More Than Acrid Water
The Barges Bellow Their Foul Air
Still and Tepid Pools