Did not see a moose but I feel them.
Read with Frank Soos that rhymes with moose.
The day was warm, fat raindrops on occasion.
The dog with a cast.
The cat goes for walks.
The catalog has an X-rated section, found and retrieved from recycling.
It is an old home, the map etched in the brain
though the names are foggy, long lost friends.
What to say?
The inlet full of the last of the whales.
Time can collapse.
Next stop: Fairbanks @ at the Bear Gallery on Saturday July 18th @ 7.