A deep white blue haze
incandescent
translucent an orchid made of galvanized steel
& beach glass
doused in gasoline
offered to Our Lady of the Vanishing
Point
wet sand
bottlecap leaning
against the seawall
morning glory putting a dent in Mexico
We defy gravity but that doesn’t mean we don’t fall
continuously
just to
convince ourselves that we still exist
sort of
broken hearts, pocket cemeteries, torn pieces of black silk
tumbling in the shorebreak
as the wind
shifts & the lights come on
& we tiptoe thru the kelp grove
like a tractor hauling
a 20-ton blue valentine
waltzing Matilda all the way
