For most people, if you lose your khakis then you have no pants. But if you lose your khakis in Boston, then you can't...

To pee or not to pee Is not the question. Whether I can find the location That is the question!

I pull the blanket over the shore, Then strip it back to reveal the floor. I have no voice, yet I roar and sigh, Chasing a master high in the sky. I rise and fall, but I do not stand, Conquering and fleeing the helpless sand.

Substrate for sidewinding snakes. Singular, small. Seen in searing seas and on sea shores. Sometimes shocked, spawning shards, slag and slabs. Specks still in shoes since summertime solace. Smooths certain spots.

I turn soft moss into a sinking trap, where water and land share a quiet map. I swallow your boots if you dare to stray, and hide where the frogs and the cattails play.