creative ramblings & reverie

Saturday, March 11, 2017

February Inklings

a flooded field
planted with white egrets

the Pescadero market
with artichoke sausages,
olallieberry jam,
a carton of duck eggs

ragged huddles of Christmas trees
in February coastal fields
like highschool students
hanging out together after school
awkward and yet to find themselves

a visit to the tea and rug shop
with smoky garnet kilims
to buy a paper packet of
Ancient Beauty oolong

a white horse
in a winter field

Nebbio winery,
grapes ghosted with fog

the sign for carnivorous plants
at one of the roadside nurseries
snapping up customers

hand-lettered signs
for local honeycomb,
strawberries, artichokes

driving up the coast from Pescadero
to Pomponio to Half Moon Bay
the fields are all impossibly yellow
between ocean and highway,
highway and distant sky, Van Gogh
let loose with an enormous paintbrush

the little market at the bottom
of the winding road to Half Moon Bay
offers as it has all the years I can remember
fresh sandwiches and bait & tackle (though
I see the roasted peanuts are now gone),
and today in addition, laid out by the open door,
bright-striped sarapes and a painting of Jesus


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