Immersion

Gutted stones, weeds
“the city, in haze, the sea” (R. Creeley)
given the time, the space & the money
shadows at the far end
ever returning
something like that could
                              bend the tide
of what might if any repeated
“Adios” (that echoing
              needs a meaning
w/laced shadow (the eyes remembered
                              mix of sea & sky
              just slips from your mind as time
                                                can’t measure the cost