Port of Call

To know that you can walk away is enough
in time the colors fade
you fall to your knees, hear voices, see God, etc.

revising the concrete (surfstyle)
a few more scrapes & bruises to add to the collection

ie, THE CODE OF THE WEST

& a beer can sonata for the Jesuit surf team
paddling out at the Lane

or remember how someone else may have said it
& how easy it was to forget?
The Code of the West is not a dream
unless cormorants & pilot whales dream

as if to say I will do the watusi on your watery grave
as shown in the hydrostatic surveillance video
offered as evidence
this morning
beneath the ragged, cathedral palms