Underneath my boots and socks and jeans

A robot can’t be unhappy even if it failed, it can’t be happy even if it reached its objective. If the square electric being had one command and it was programmed to be overwhelmed with joy and expression it still wouldn’t be happy.

Salty air stinging my lips. Two fisherman solid thick, Dip dunking chucking their hooks and bait in the rising tide with their salty stare and salty sigh. 

Spray shwoosh water so direct but still wondering around. Wetting my pages. 

With the Babes bikes bridges in Brunswick 

the kids bomb strong off the bridge and the babes grace rides on.