It was the
season of our savior’s
temptation in
the desert
–he never could
lay off the smack
The tai chi on
the beach only confused me
I thought they
were doing a slow motion watusi
to a Roy Orbison
record playing backwards
I was dragging
the Meister Eckhart Signature-Edition Longboard
through the sand
feeling like the Ottoman empire in decline
yet somehow loaded
with Chinese bells & whistles
& the warmth
of the late winter pavement beneath my feet
felt like a debt
repaid beneath the hazy blue sky where
gulls decide who
will be left behind
& just the
rumor of a breeze
gives the
eucalyptus trees something to talk about
