What goes here
is now gone
a fleeting
memory if even that
mid-morning
sunlight slanting in thru the
asian pear tree
yellow
leaves that
have
their own light
as I’d like to think we all do but
wait until after midnight
hibscus
chrysanthemum candelabra flashlight
All it takes is
a slight push
the city sliding
into the sea from whence
w/torches lit we
return
shadows disperse
& reconvene in a parking
lot near the
beach
&
though the tide may carry you away
it
sometimes brings you back again
blinking
the salt water out of your eyes
staggering
beneath the neon glitter of sunlit mist
dragging
yr knuckles through the sand
