Tuesday, February 7, 2017
Rik George writes
Anything is Possible in California
I bought a tangerine to eat beside
the California ocean. Rain and wind had washed
the people away. The ebbing tide grasped at
the shore; its wrinkled fingers found no
purchase on the sand. The surf was cream on
the coffee beach. I used my toe to write my
name and town. Seaweed erasers came; their
bobbing pods rubbed all the letters out.
I sat to peel and eat the tangerine.
Wavelets tickled my toes and made me laugh.
Above me I heard a wheeling gull complain
to God. I threw the peeling at a cliff
of cloud, and kindled the west with scarlet fire.
Tomorow morning I’ll gild the dawn with a pear.
Orange County Anchor Man -- Scott Moore