Summer Storm, Romona Youngquist, 30 X 30, Oil
San Mollala
Our true position
has a rusting toy pail
of dying starfish
under it.
It is a bench
near a railing
separating the sea
and San Pedro.
On the other end
of the icon spectrum
a Greyhound bus
is remembered.
Rodeo clowns
in ragged vestments
use pails of confetti
to cool off Mollala.
But the starfish
of San Pedro
cannot be confused
with confetti.
A cow bell wind
calls in
seagulls
like lifestyles
to a starving
world.
_______________
Bill Jansen