Naturalism

Hi again. I thought of you when my lens slickswifted
over a seal. Sitting on a samegray blanket in a boat.
Facing thataway. So maybe it had nofaceatall. One
of those bowlingpinius nightmaricus seals. “Reader
like seals,” I thought, then, “Faceless seal?” because

it was. “Reader like true?” In a shortblink, mind
brushed its image over me, singing that Mamas
and the Papas song, “Faceless seal,/no time to turn
around./I’m sneezing up yer image/as I float on by.”
I was going downstairs to do laundry. So ok, sea:

samegray as seal. Blanket: samegray as sky and sea. Laundry: soon blue then gray then drained again.
“Reader love nature.” True. So I carried faceless seal
in my jaw, smelling, tasting, superimposing face
on seas, skies, laundry, etc. Thinking of you.