Hermosa Beach Blues
Spring…….
Too
long…..
Godzilla…..
Bougainvillea, The Killer Elite, a pocket
comb
The
early morning light igniting the lip of the wave
the
color of mermaids
as in the fresco
spray-painted
on the seawall
only
half-remembered
& the rippling pavement
& the glitter of
fishscales
in the sun
Thou restless, ungathered
She
leaned against me
the
way the fog
leans
along the shore.
