Thursday, August 11, 2011


Image by Alex Shapiro


Strong coffee at hand.
A good counterpoint
to the even stronger red wine
the night before.

Both beverages are helping me
with the counterpoint I need
to be composing shortly.
I sit and inhale the
kelpy/salty/invigorating/warming air,
watching artfully contorted gulls
as they preen and groom themselves
for the new day.

Me? Maybe I won’t even
get to the shower today,
and just scramble around
these rocks like a tomboy
until my muses are pleased
with the notes that fly around my head.

Unpreened, ungroomed.
The muses, the notes, and me.
But not these gulls!

Alex Shapiro

August 2011

Posted as prose over on her site Notes From the Kelp
Line breaks by Glenn Buttkus

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