What happens is
the way the weather changes
or the sun
sitting a few inches higher in the sky
bending back
along the wings of 3 pelicans
gliding above
the surfline…
A fistful of
sand & a rippling curtain of mist
is about all I’m
going to need for the forseeable
PART TWO (later
that same day):
The collected
writings of Chuang-Tzu
balancing
on the broken neck of a tequila bottle
PART THREE
(whenever):
A skate wheel,
an avocado, the nape
of
your neck & all the crooked numbers left
on the table like weighted dice
CODA:
1) That’s you
speed-shifting on Mulholland Drive
2) That’s me in
the headlights
