three dykes flying kites on the beach out of reach in the sky very high, higher than all they do not fall my sisters not misters in control so I'm told I stare against the glare of sky and wind as they bend one rainbow flag one hot pink diamond one boxy, shapes of colors diverse as the three who only glance at me from this world we share, to know, to care, strangers on the shore, that's all there's no more. --4/15/01
Crown Memorial Beach, Alameda, California