Carving the Heartshaped Tiki Valentine

Wrapped around a neck of sand
with plastic suicide bottles & 41 days of
February playing out in half that time

never win, walk, swimming in puddles just
a block or so from the beach (an honest deception
warbling in the rushes

looking inside or not as we would speak in
a kind of gothic elizabethan spanglish
an homage no doubt unrepeatable

True lovers unfold that way their own
witness to be parked in the foglit lagoon
their breath tangled in whispered threads of spun

glass