Brazen chipped callous
lines side of left toe,
stretches, white, as I stretch
wide—

toe pockets marked with shadows
echo tide pools and wave drops
pitter sand from the mat of the car.

Chalk elbows graze
along the grey window sill,
dragging slip lines of dust mites
bits of me I haven’t missed.

The dark clouds bolt
and bellow
rainfalls, wave drops, fresh salt water
pitter patter

as I sip and think
O, how
the poetry in the rough.