It’s not about what you have but
what you’ve lost
& the sun sliding down the silk sleeve
of a sky the color of boiling kool-aid
w/a seacloud halo
bought & paid for
w/a spoonful of Martian sand
Pnuematic petals
threaded w/blades of sunlight
leaving this
distance between you
& every other light in the crash
ing (look
your little heart tumbles) glare
just now starts to dissolve
into blue blue nadas
An ocean breeze competes w/the
traffic on Hwy 1 for our
eternally divided attention
Breathing in the damp twilight
fog is like unraveling a rain puddle
in your sleep