Us
by Carla Stanley
A guy 2 purse heavy
collects his legs
wanders steady
past my car nose
he goes up stares
on a wishin’ he’s maybe
some where else
crossing over isn’t easy
it makes queasy some as
waves caught in wind
the heavy howls
makes sea scowls
and froth rabid sad
this sunless day
some boats sail it off
lean out
trip over toes
like how falling might go or
look push downhill
spray paint rain scatters past the skies
so less than still
(c) Carla Stanley on Yakima February 2018
