on my walk around the inlet yesterday I was struck by the restfulness
chillin’ and millin’
what’s the collective noun for oyster catchers? I asked Siri and in her Irish accent she told me it was a parcel of, or a Rockerfeller of, or a stew of
I rather like the idea of a Rockerfeller of oyster catchers happily hanging out, snoozing and generally staying put
Was all this lethargy due to the time of day or tide? 1.30-ish in the afternoon, with the tide coming in
not sure what you call a line-up of poetry on benches
a parade of poetry?