Somewhere beneath the beach

The late summer sun
as it might have been in counterpoint
              guitar & bulldozer
                              You remember the middle of the
dream
              the beginning & the middle part
as it doesn’t matter how it ends
                                                if it ever does
end & when
                              as anticipated
                                                                the ending
loops around bending eternity
              before everything goes blank
there’s maybe a primer gray ’56 Chevy towing the tide in
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I wore the commemorative t-shirt
                              while seagulls were busy slicing up the haze
pelicans paddling in the water near the end of the pier
in meditative posture
              predators are more inclined to meditation it seems
& your heart already vaulting condensed sea shadows
where with ever moving thereby in measure to the tide drops
a saltwater hammer
                              lovingly soaked in gasoline
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A sea nymph I guess
                              she licks her green lips
              with a silver tongue
                                                as a million sunsets ripple in her eyes
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TELL-TALE SIGNS
the pale blue octopus
& the pearl-handled squirt gun