Bird Calls

<–– Home

Sweet-Mouthed Morning

Slow pace, pebbles clatter. Seagulls chatter,
yellow feet in steely-cold water. Foam
lathers and washes the pebbles,
smoothing edges for fingers that gather.

Tide folding over like pancake batter.
Slow pace, pebbles clatter. Seagulls chatter,
their pitched words pop bubbled seawater
lather that washes pebbles, clattering

like chocolate chips rattle,
folding over in pancake batter.
Seagulls speak airy-light and lilting chatter,
pitching words to pop bubbled seawater

and make fine the froth on butter, melting
with chocolate chips as we prattle
in the sweet-mouthed morning, bright,
speaking airy-light and lilting chatter.

Sandaled feet by steely-cold water. Seafoam,
the lazy froth on melted butter,
smooths our fingers that gather
in the sweet-mouthed morning bright.