Bubbles remain pinned to the breath
& within every rime & breeze
whispered across the
ivory concordance of foam
syllables of Passage
yet to be charted
tending to collateral & insistent
as blooms
delineated by the wind when
you were otherwise
detained
beneath the
pink pearls & rusted machetes
of
yet another guacamole sunrise
& every shade of
gray that falls between the handmirror
& the beach with
gleaming gunmetal tides
scrolling
distraction while bearing witness
each bubble rises to the surface where it pops
freeing a word
