he greets you by the gate

one laughs. one smiles. two soaring towards the skies. mid morning.

a glance beneath the surface. grab a saw. let me go. we needed glass for sun tea.

of these hours in the shade seeing as they work

where the hands reach

turning. that in turn we. all can eat

observing the manner in which tasks that must be completed are accomplished. with a passion. we will do it ms. kk

muscles taut. eyes fixed. they take turns.

only eat what is ripe. there is a reason for the appeal.

something in the chatter that day. a watermelon that arrives. lips and eyes.

it appears to me as a mood that oscillates in the current; what of this life i feel beneath my feet. some tack between my toes.

maybe at the end of this pier we will know what we are looking for

here now here

even the ghosts come out for the sunset

they are hibiscus tacos

kk y fernanda

captured while passing

. . two
two ideals mingle
two bicycles
to south america
via california

al mar; vamos al mar; a las olas; a los pelicanos; dentro del crepusculo llegandonos

capitan hernan
father musician surfer body surfer sunset voyager
traversing the sunset in our veggie space craft
saving the ship when; "the brakes just won't work"
guiding me where i need to be

we need to go

meet the girls

perfectly bri

here says more than a pose

motionless passaging inspired by ms. gillian windsor

climbing in to

the depths of my coffee

where cars may go

buenas tardes senor

*for henry

now i know i was there

he knows

they know

eric stockmar & eric paul stockmar degenhardt, may 2009

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- M -

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one by one. we shall spread all of them out. draw straws. then choose. one by one.