BEACHCOMBER WITHOUT A COMB (written 1968 -- Venice Beach)
I watch you and ponder the method by which you lift stones and shiny surfaces from sand. Is it for con- tinuity's sake -- or in despair -- that you curl fingers into grappling hooks? You "lookers-into-the-sea" for insights; you "graspers of passing flecks of foam"; how curiously you dismiss the... Sign in to see full entry.