Life in Sunset Magazine

a stone of a thought
dropped on my foot
   I swerve and
think about the town of Mendocino
 how we used to go there for quaint california weekends
we'd bring sweaters
and eat some kind of clam chowder maybe
or did I make that up
   you couldn't really get to the ocean
because of the cliffs
so we'd walk around the town looking at houses with little fences
festooned with shells and old buoys
  and other sea related junk