Some Later Shape

Feel the tremor
traveling along the
              delicate invisible thread that
holds the sky up
                              as it relays the rumble of sunrise
              before it happens

a pure blue later past the miracle on Pearl Street
where water meets water & it’s like waking up
crooked in the shadow of a smogged-in lightbulb

A late summer bend in the palm trees
              sand in drifts along the curb
sunbleached neon buried in chrome
                              handwritten on the waves