Sunday, February 26, 2012

Well, aalllriiigh…


Low rider bench cruising
past palms, singing songs
between high tide and low tide
on such a low ride;
poles in the water
bird noses to the ground
collecting and getting
foraging and gorging
until the sun disappears
and the moon reappears;
Just another day
of earth kissing
replenishing and finishing;
Just another lazy day,
of cruising.

{Images and Story by: Andrea Currie}

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