" Could we please have new pillows, these smell like men."
On the other hand,
The caterpillow coccoons are bursting
in the dunes.
Random caterpillows headed out and over
the hills and valleys of the sand
in every direction towards the sea.
The birds singing and darting by.
Come September they will be butterflies
and the humans will be naked in the reeds.
And just now
after glancing out the window,
I see the fog has arrived.
Spiritus begins it's call
of butter pecan and mint chocolate chip.
