On sand and grace the color of rainy day brine where sand meets grace and castles crumble at a pace only outmatched by ticking time wet grit beneath calcified fine tuning: weeds, shell: drab grace
Two Pink Shells / Pink Shell, 1937
Twinning sweetly blooming like a hidden opal sitting sweetly on the tongue with summer’s peachy mornings, taste a swell of hopeful growth, of pearls and other baubles sitting sweetly
Pelvis IV, 1944
unlikely eye sees the moon in perfect blueness (unlikely) I imagine curves bleached by the sky the sun relentless in trueness to itself: heat and light the best all-seeing eye
