Eclipse

Ripples in sand marked
by delicate gull tracks and
clumsy dents of shoes.

Luminous moonpath
over the waves slowly fades
as earth swallows moon.

Circle to sliver
stars appearing, one by one
across the darkness.

Man in the moon, face
slowly shrouded, turns red-brown
deprived of sunlight.

Mini

"...invigorating skin mousse... dig in!" makes images the marketers didn't intend in my head. Ew.

Saturday is the last day Wordsworth will be open.

Ginger flowers don't look a thing like the rhizome.

This afternoon will be the official announcement, but it seems likely there will be a parade Saturday, in honor of the Vermilion Footcoverings.