Owen's Song
by Kitty Boots
I hate people
the voice comes from a 30 year-old pick-up truck,
black, battered, Yosemite Sam floor mats, guzzles a Cherry Pepsi
gray hair, high and tight
blue eyes
baggy jeans, high tops
I hate people, again, as he pulls on waders
rummages through the back of the truck,
looking for his phone, digging stick and weed
Low, beautiful tide
peat banks exposed
tidal pools and pockets holding little treasures,
Orient fish tails, Adenas, worked bits of quartz
"Look for something shiny", he says
as I work through the wrack lines
and uncover moon snails, turtle bones,
driftwood that looks like the faces of gazelles
Jumping sand ridges, water ebbing traps minnows
Least terns squabble
sandpipers glean on the flats
I hate people
and I have to agree as I turn my hat backwards
and face the wind
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Author's Note
Beach combing and relic hunting with my friend, Owen
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Wow, such a truthful, gritty, vivid picture emerges.
Evocative and sharp.
As always, evocative & so well done.
Wow. *
Thank you Matt, Gary, Ed and Beate.
I hate people
and I have to agree as I turn my hat backwards
and face the wind...
Exactly.*
Thank you, Tim. We don't really hate people, we just hate people (I know you know what I mean!)
Yes, we all get to hate the people and face the wind eventually. Superbly written Kitty *
Thank you, Javed!
Nicely written. I like the way you use only the words you need, and omit everything else *
Thank you, Foster.