Sea Legs

Leaves in the wind
wheels
your own velocity
a bent moon turning to reply
as seen from several miles all together
bloodshot windows of the soul
a kind of two-way mirror set-up
you stagger through
looking back the other way
as thin sheets of silver occupy
your once & furtive tiptoe collapse
paved in broken concrete
hairline shadow fractures
wind & sun & footstep tire tread
back in 1971 in the shade
crossing your heart 9 different
ways