She was wearing mules
the shoes not the animals
altho for a minute there I had this vision…
but then the wind turns & she turns w/it
the pavement surging beneath the sand
“California style” she said, but
I wasn’t convinced
Occasionally the algae blooms
& the fish die washing up on the beach
like silver spoons
We do the tango to waltz music
followed by the hully gully, the twist,
the watusi, & every ripple
in the evening tide
ending in a seaslug duckwalk
right off the end of the pier
