ambery: arriving at forest beach we spy both a crane and a coyote in the marsh
ambery: the rose hips
ambery: and then, just a little blue, and you
ambery: king of sandcastles and seaweed
ambery: picking weeds
ambery: rowyn blaise
ambery: secrets
ambery: he's jamming rose hips into ant holes
ambery: afloat upon waves of grass
ambery: finds
ambery: the physical drama cannot touch us until someone points out its spiritual sense
ambery: clearing
ambery: wind, sand, and me
ambery: afloat
ambery: last evening with papa
ambery: I know white legs
ambery: in my bones, this fog
ambery: considering the goldfinches
ambery: folded, the laundry
ambery: and how do you ask
ambery: redheads
ambery: the nice places
ambery: their lives are dull and hard
ambery: scooter
ambery: mum
ambery: a story, told in moments of sunlight and shadow
ambery: waiting for the towels
ambery: morning
ambery: "the sad place"
ambery: a kind of gentleness