Demolition Derby

The sun caught in the branches of
a twisted cypress tree
                              leaning against the horizon
iron filings in the blue lounge
              sea creatures tangled in cigarette butts
                                                & hemp sandals

I had traced the lineage of your smile
                              down through a generation of
              eucalyptus shadows
reflected on the surface of a blue smoke ring
                                                dissolving into the thin ocean air

the sea level slowly creeping higher
              & you doing a tiptoe samba
across the damp linoleum
                              after the lights go out