Salt marsh sunset

Looking for fiddler crabs to catch a few convict fish for dinner, but it's still too damn cold. They stay cuddled in their warm burrows, waiting patiently for spring like the rest of us. The boat tailed grackle cheers goodnight as the sun sets on the salt marsh.



Head foggy Lungs stuffed up Choking On crusted black crud Crushed By decay The walls are rough   Stuck in this rut Whorled prison Mud and muck I need to get up   Water, air, sun Something to make Something of   Shaking now Cause I can’t trust, love Maybe heartsickness Can be cured by Foxglove But … Continue reading Soiled