by Maryanna Gabriel
August.
Cool swims. Picnics on mossy swards.
Ripening corn and blackberries. When does one crack a walnut?
Stocking the jelly cupboard.
Beach chats where bleached driftwood meets pebbled strands, seals flop, and eagles call. The waves. Always the waves.
Translucent jellyfish.
Purple and pregnant?
The turn of soft pages as plots thicken.
The sun is fire.
The sun is fire.
Exquisite days. These precious exquisite days.
