Foghorn in the Garden
Howl and answer of the summer foghorn and I kneel by the bed of the disused garden. Sun on my back quickly passes; high fog or low clouds flee before the wind. Howl and answer of the coastal foghorn and wind shakes the neighbor’s redwood. Shadows of clouds fly on the concrete where yellow poppies grow in the cracks.
First published in Residual Heat under my pseudonym Aga Black.poetry residual-heat
- Newer: The Progression of Sunset Over Park Presidio
- Older: Flat Tire