Archive for May 11, 1994

Run to the Grunion Run

Posted: May 11, 1994 in Poetry
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I ran across the street
with a golden-haired girl
to watch the grunion run.
She’d never seen it before —
I’d never touched one,
always too scared —
but for her I wrapped one in seaweed,
careful not to touch its skin,
and I returned it
to my Mom,
the ocean.

there’s a tension between us
and I’m just wary of it.
you take things too seriously sometimes
or too personally
or
no you don’t it’s me
or my imagination.
so sometimes I
don’t want to say anything
and even that is a statement.
funny how you can’t get around that.
agnostics go to hell, too, y’know.