The beach suspects I've come this way before

It recognizes my steps, familiar tracks upon its skin

It wears its galaxy dress this evening

shell flecks glimmering fragments of their names

Arrives the Heat

Exhaling humid breath
spongy monster
fleas and mosquitoes hovering its skin

lightning will arrive like a new idea
rain-cleanse the moment

a jellyfish turning itself inside out
salt streaming like stars
through galaxies

Again, now, lantana season, and yes, the roaches.

Bloggy kind of afternoon

Well, this is new. Links and followers, I sense this could get tangled, worse than kitten yarn, but exciting too.

This Hollow Stem Morning

The man showed me the other day how the butterly bush stem is a hollow reed when pruned close to the ground.
Last night went on into the small hours, and I feel much like that hollow stem.