You can prepare for fall, it's lack of innocence, its bright load, as if in the scheme of things you've been given something. These accomplishments of air before the cold paradise of winter where no fruits fall. You can prepare all summer for this and extravagant chemical changes the maple flaming willow to rust to what? It's beneath you to see its apostacy,it's folding. You can prepare for the hanging the appleing but not for this snow on the ocean,water in all three forms ghost, glass and what slips between our fingers, what dissolves and hugs our forms. Just this much a splash in a shot glass, in inch in a bath the human lull and relish of it can leave us Beatifuly used, almost shoreless as we pass through the gills of this planet with the wrong name, this earth, whose one season is the improvident presence of water.

Tara sea