A feeling I caught, awash in sand and sea
Bringing back some faint, foolish memory:
Chloe and stickman and rockman and I
In love for an evening because we were high.
Iceplant and kindling on the Santa Barbara sand
A stage built for my improvised puppets and hands.
Under the star-patched, moon-cloudy sky
We loved Chloe dancing, sticks, rocks, and I.
Chloe Dancing
Posted: January 7, 2002 in PoetryTags: Chloe, Moon, Rock, Sand, Santa Barbara, Sea, Sky, Star, Stick
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