As If I Had Seen All This Before

The sky depends upon a thread of smoke
unravels when you pull it the spindle
sings acapella wind songs & lullabys of
copper & of steel

Room enough to shape the changes
harmonic accidents accompany a stillness
& a clarity we’ll just have to learn to
live without

The shoreline lifts up & falls back
w/furious regularity perpetual repose
as the apparatus seeks a rolling hydraulic
pulse to hold on to

Shadows rippling across the surface
the only constants in this slow carve across
the pavement dusted with light