Mysto Reef

No sea sweeper w/floating plum blossoms
bigger than a shipwreck
in a spoonful of the China Sea
(out at a place I call Tres Hermanos
because it’s marked by 3 big beat-up cypress
trees huddled together down near the sand
There’s a sweet break out there when the
swell is right but don’t tell anyone about it
only me & a few sharks & pelicans know
the place (the sky there thicker than water
& damp as the pages of Neptune’s address book
when the offshore wind sips the last breath
excavated from a thousand summer vacations