Two-Lane Cutoff

As if my heart could rhyme with the tide pool
out there on the rock ledge that extends into
the impact zone where even the sky crashes
all silver-green w/rust inlay against the foam

& who knows what other vicarious redemption
holding a rail of saltwater to the floodlit street
that cuts like a wing into the damp night air
repeats the uncut diamond sutra behind yr veil

the intrinsic pale distraction (seeming drenched
in corrugated steel (as I could take you there
& walk away as I have so many times before
looped inside the protocol stepping off the high

wire into what impenetrable silence awaits