Steel Trap

The blue sky rakes the pavement
littered with palm trees, surfboards, & footseps
going nowhere but with an
at-risk determination

& there’s a dark blue green
fish tank aura
              extending from Santa Cruz, down to Malibu
or maybe Bora Bora to
Shangri-La?

I don’t know but I’m sure of
two or three things
each of which are water soluble

The days drag on, up to a point, like dengue fever
any minute now
& the beach folds in on itself
              like a kind of wet sand origami
with wings