Monterey Blues

At a whale house, the Mazda pr man tells me that it’s black
and white on Cannery Row.

That’s not a poetic phrase. Really, its here up high in Monterey and that’s what I was told. He Says,

That deepening shadows are endemic, but don’t spread. Fall structured instead. Broken at least in two

dark and light,
north and south,

Like a back break
Like a bisector broad face.