All dark velvet,
darker silk,
you
know what I mean,
maybe you’ve been there?
strumming Telluric currents
emerald & steel
& where it
falls in the index of beach pavement
shifting sand There
to glance a moment
surging water carrying
a bent tuning fork
& a bag of flashlight batteries
The
drumroll pipes in advance of the sea-
breeze
tumbling across the arroyo alleyway
between tattoo parlors & dive bars
hustling kelp
blossoms beneath
the
reliquary palm trees of winter
shadowed in pale sunlight
It’s all within
walking distance
drifting sand Conscious
recollection
painted water arranged
in acoustic patterns
maybe you’ve
heard it?
Chinese surf
music
Engines
in the bougainvillea
Peruvian wind chimes
often folded
into the origami seascape
half past sunset
on Green Dolphin Street
