a perfect wave, that
much has been brought about
and not brought about
a tin ear
unless you can hear
the chatty suction
soaking the sand
there! a stepping stone
bright as a laugh!
and wind far off in harps of vines and foliage
as rainbow posies briefly dot the lucent air
and dark shadows sailing
that break apart upon your footsteps like bones of
ancient ghosts seeking reprisals...