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Something flickers in her eyes
the flash of wings or a blade
murmur of palm trees the
soundtrack playing
underwater
I mean beneath a rock
on the ocean floor

or paddling up Hwy 1
with a red hot go-go accuracy
unplugged & softly outside the
neon string of images like see-thru
reflections

nothing left now
but the soft caress of a breeze
edging ahead of the fog rising
off the beach
w/greasy blonde vibes aligned
& the spill-out beneath leafy night
to the glow subscribed