A particular moment, here & gone

Her eyes tell me more than perhaps
she would ever want to say
other nights & days beyond
the soft light fluttering against her wrist

like bells rippling in the rush of the tide

remember the difference
(between this one & that
one)
              “All scatt’red in the bottom of the sea”
a separate realm of existence
                              I never noticed until someone mentioned
                              there was blood all down the side of my face

carved stone kelp blossom
concrete veins of rust

Lost Angles (El Lay) on either side of the
sliding glass
              (several palm trees of unknown provenance
              attending