gyre sail

manila morning tag-frayed cotton string
well into winter, long way to spring
   french roast bottom shelf bag of bread
   bluejay pogo dance across my head

pajama overall and hard hat pillow
dues day circumspect fog draped willow
   good for nothing totem pole
   crow flows off to hatch his goal

cutting loose the beet blood runs
grapnel hairs and water guns
   eight point quake up in alaska
   here in oregon the fog tasks ya

ring around the collar of fire
sings sounds stationary gyre