Just as I stepped out of the car
a great blue heron soared past low
right above me & off
into the mist of the estuary
Geometric light but snapped from the film layer eminence
& holding
inside mineshafts of raw pacific steel
The spanking cold & damp
I would fail to elucidate in 8 distinct voices
including one of stunning silence
a pantomime with one-way tickets attached
The tar melts beneath the sand
& this is where your heart knocks to break
Another time I lost my sunglasses here
A neat pile of regurgitated fishbones in the center of the path
like a nest of crystals in the sun
¿Has encontrado lo que buscaba? the bruja asked me
No, it seems I was misinformed
& the light swings round & the money’s gone
love minus zero beneath the fortune palms
& your kisses are like a glass of water at 3 in the morning