Bare White Vocal (sample)

Shuffling through the glass pages of every ocean
say it
like a seashell clearing its throat

& the wind kicks up off the water
to peel the rose from the petal

to detach the sidewalk from the sunset sky

(the light doesn’t lift anymore than the dark falls)

Dear Pamela,
              the air is shaped by eucalyptus
on the hillside
                              where your horses graze
              above the sea

                              & you can hear yourself whisper

as of this moment accommodates the rain
even when it isn’t raining
              & lays down beside you, darker
                                                than that gunmetal pearl
                              hanging from the strand of seaweed you
              wear around your neck