Mondo Primo

Wings the color of light flutter late afternoon
from here to the thick wall of fog that hides
the horizon over yonder & beyond

monterey cypress all eaten by spiderwebs
& time

the revolving god of the pacific islanders

“circles of jagged light” yes & other formations
just as effective

but kicking your way across the sand & against
the wind that rushes in off the water (the waves
all falling apart) you
flop upon your own mystic denial littered
with empties