I Feel Turquoise I Said Rehearsing a Kind of Distance

The trees are throwing shadows back
into the white sky where
God has gone to sleep it off

We’re on the edge of a low pressure system
coming in off the Pacific with plenty of whales, sea
otters, great white sharks, polynesian girls & potent
cocktails served in coconuts, etc.

Washed out shadows of winter disguise the sleeping hydraulics
of spring.   Persephone.   Demeter.   Aretha Franklin.

I’m describing everything but explaining nothing
in order to replace your inner resolve with a slab of concrete

I guess we all need to learn something mechanical

like Peruvian gin

& savor someone else’s darkness for a change