Driftwood horse

Munch, munch, no wonder I'm so skinny and dried up. Only one meager weed is within my reach. I have many brothers and sisters around the world. Funny, it must be genetic; skinny, bony, looks like driftwood that has been turned to bronze for sculptures that last.

Echoes of August. Hot, dry, clear blue sky after Marine layer burns off in California. Long summer working for that hourly wage. Not clear why any more. A say, "get as much as you can from this gig", who knows what is next. Could be worse. Could be a bronze cast of a driftwood horse. I so relate to the site, the sight, driving out the back way from the hourly gig...hot dry August, in California. I love it. Days get shorter. Evenings are cool. We all feel like moving around again.