two freighters sit in the bay
strong winds do nothing
they are immovable
against the ghostly backdrop of
catalina island
the coast a dusty watercolor of sand
beckoning one to come
betraying those that do
brutal winds make for rough walking
free microdermabrasion for all!
the sea and sky fight each other
blue against blue
objects hit the house
trees threaten to make you dead.
i sit safely inside
with food fit only for teenage boys
cheese and chips
cheese and chips
i pour a gin and orange pellegrino
my paw in need of pain-killer
but i really can’t complain.