IMPROVISATION#262
A FROZEN BREEZE

A frozen breeze
 goes through my shirt
trees are dripping  icicles
 forming  from sunlight
coming across as graffiti
   from a morning
of turnstile waves
in circles
roaring in the shadowy sea
  in the country harbor
as in a picture puzzle
  from my aerial photos
high above earth
in the helicopter
  from a turtle rescue
off Cape Cod.