to
the bleached-blonde sand
the shuffle of bare feet on the
rotting
concrete steps keeps
time
like they say the tell-tale signange
only points
one way
but
from the tidewater balcony
cradled
by fog & vapors
summoned by dark women
in
feathered robes
without
names or vows
the
beach seems lit with
votive
candles in glass
jars painted red & the damp
pavement
breathes
the same air you & I
do
returning
somewhere trembling
in the powdery blue light
