woke up feeling remarkably clear-headed
despite the whisky and cigars and daylight savings
springing ahead to cut an hour out of our stay
at kalaloch lodge with bruce, connie, brandon & shannon.
i went for a long walk on the beach yesterday,
just like in the personal ads, and climbed big wet
drift stumps with roots as thick as trees. one trunk
was baked black and shiny, charred by fire then
polished by wind, water, and sand. as there are
fewer big old trees, so will there be fewer mammoth
logs scattered along the beach...