flower parade

oh florida
I love your rain
& venetian blinds:

red parade of tiny flowers in the pool
open yesterday closed today
blown off your stems by the storm:

dead bees float along
transparent winged
dark bodies
slivers cut from fingernails:

pistils bee food ambers
I swim the pool through petals end
to end
each time I stop to breathe
the flower parade
comes toward me as if I am a city:

street under my chin over my breasts
my broken wrist:

2 mourning doves at the rim coo
puffed chests
they jump along the edge

L.A.’s Metropolitan Dolphins

Working Off Malibu With Creatures Who Are a Lot Like Us

I turn the research boat offshore toward the outer reaches of Santa Monica Bay and deeper water. Flocks of western grebes float on the ocean surface, clustered as if they …