Valvoline

PEARLY-GATED
Catching the stained
glass at dawn

AS YET UNWRITTEN
Lost myself in the
original translation
                              taking it as my own
& not as strung-out as I had thought
              walking to the beach alone

THE WATERY EDGE OF FOREVER
Feeling the palm trees sway
in my heart
              tuning up on the fog
the same way the rusted wings of a gull might
reach for frequencies beyond the
                                                pale light
                              that washes up on the sand
just to prove that I can
& do
              as often as you