Keep it brief comes word from inside. “Why?” I ask. Pleasure of language in the instant of its exultation, as well extending beyond its bounds. Wild grasses, rye, red top, yellow foxtail, escort train tracks between cliff ledge & sea. Anciently. Across the way Almi Globe replaces Maersk Kaya at the dock. In late August early morning sun this morning the bluejay sidled further up in branches of the rhododendron to listen in on Sonata for Solo Harp by Carl Philipp Emanuel Bach, a name & sentence far too long today to satisfy the demands of an inner Haiku Soul.