The Number Four & the Number Nine

The tides repeat themselves always
the same but different

That diving seagull doesn’t make me think of
everything I’ve lost―
it makes me think of everything I
never had

for a minute

(named after a Chinese elephant)

Next to nowhere I prefer this slab
of beach concrete

doo-wah-ditty dum
ditty-doom

Giotto dips his brush in red
paint & in one continuous stroke
draws a perfect circle