Dark blue turquoise & slanted
littered w/pages torn from a bootleg
catalog of sunsets
but all of it built w/pieces of colored glass,
smoke, peacock feathers & mandolin strings
HYPNOTIZED by a single
rusted-out palm tree
rattling in the wind
& it was light or dark out there
w/the air transparent & buzzing the neon sand
as I would expect nothing more than the measured pulse
of the tide to pace my own uncertain heart all this time
although maybe just a half-step behind
& the beach is tilted in the fog
like a bikini in the refrigerator
sweating out the last day of summer