&
the rush
like a gull that flies
in the dark
all I needed was something simple
& pure
The
requisite shadows tucked neatly
into the ruins of the palisades
in my heart
representing
something that will remain
casually
unresolved
locked away where the seabreeze goes
when it isn’t here
returning
the sky to its default settings
picking up the mist & setting it
down again
igniting palm trees
&
laying out those lines of neon that blossom in the surf
whatever I might have thought in the
meantime
picking
up the pesos
the
implication these remnants betray
as
though it was just another
day
at the beach
