I get the news from the
beach sand that settles into cracks
in the pavement
the wind leaning against the seawall
a cascade of
nasturtiums
falling thru smashed
windows in the ocean’s rush
The midnight sun
at noon
is shimmering in
snake games on the sidewalk
& you can see
your reflection in the
silver-green
ripple sound of eucalyptus
(you & I
thinking this)
It has to do with balance
the inner ear
listening to something else entirely
thunder folded into foam
emerald & chrome
raw strands of burnt kelp
methadone
inside your underwater ballet
& this is
where your heart knocks to break
as
if it was me tapping at the glass
