Late Afternoon Song Early in the Morning

The way one might
downshift passing a whale skeleton on a day when the
decidedly distracted sunlight
wobbles like a sumo wrestler on stilts

when knock-kneed bamboo windchimes
along with a badly tuned mandolin
conspire to hijack my otherwise delicate sensibilities

a bucket of rain, green mist, multiple hinges, seaweed, gravel

The Complete Poems of the Pacific Coast Highway

a systematic disinclination of the senses
with diminishing returns