Seasons: Everything All at Once

Seasons, the steady four,
are now layered, entangled.

To the bridge’s left, ships hover
in glacial water, a blue-lipped hue.
Love or bankruptcy, horizon’s lower eye
watches time’s suspension

a red-tailed hawk floats
above the bay’s reverse face,
tiny flowers burst
in yellow and orange flesh of lilies.

Monterey cypress lean into 
everything all at once, 
elegant drunkards.

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