Pale turquoise in the shallows gets darker the farther out you go

Comes a time you’ll change yr name to
Sweet Jane Nemo or
Jalisco Ocean
but with an ounce in reserve say
like a Grecian urn balancing on a hat pin.
Our final option is always the first to go
skintight sunset camouflage
                              a tangle of flames at the
bottom of the sea
              rocks older than the survival instinct
a seashell madonna
                              a surfboard in a bottle
a vintage Malibu convertible
black as the sun crumbling in the fog
the way fog crumbles above the surf
I mean right as the wind shifts & pelicans
haul it all away.   In the water all I can see is
reflections of nothing
like your eyes
                              transparent for the moment
              & that’s what I wanted I always wanted
                                                to look right through you.