dreaming i’m arranging flowers on her breakfast tray, the water turns into gasoline and i cause a huge fire; the flower petals throwing off flames
sails all your deepest desires deserted; the mouth of a wound confining the rest of you days, as spring spills over in moist shoots and billowing buds your heart sinks as a sick clam, limbs follow it down until subtle pull of upward umbilical cord, unfold your sails to refill
ørken mine is sleeping tulips.
ørken my mother’s sea is calm today.
— we found palm warblers. birds was feeding by the copse of trees south of water. were moving in the understory. then reappeared, to fly off to the north little blue heron at sand hollow too
— will rain make her bloom?
at havet er i ebbe. så langt tilbage, at der ligger en bleg bræmme af havbund, en ørken af stenformationer nogle steder trækker brændingen lyder af sten over sten med sig. andre er sandet nøgent og tavst — der er en glæde til alle mennesker, der er vildere end havet og ørkenen tilsammen. den findes
best spring birds today were cattle egrets (why?). many long-billed curlews and some swallow too.not sure how much longer road will be open, water up over shoulder at first low spot. think the most western meadowlarks per square mile anywhere think they are gorgeous. think they are divine
— yes, and as much as the ocean. i’ll write of the butcherbird next
american wigeon 7 american coot 1,283 american bittern 1 american white pelican 1,229 great blue heron 36 snowy egret 3 great egret 3 american golden plover 6 black-crowned night heron 12 white-faced ibis 36 wilson’s phalarope 27 black-necked stilt 2 american avocet 6 lesser yellowlegs 1 eared grebe 69 western grebe 117 great horned owl 2 american kestrel 2