pinhole lights shine bright
escaping dark firmament
to twinkling eyes
pinhole lights shine bright
escaping dark firmament
to twinkling eyes
A morning fog flows
Shy maples begin to blush
the hues of sunsets
Tender fingers lattice straw
Burning husks; ash to heaven
Quaked cracks web along
Forgotten serpentine roads
Reaching for heaven
long boards wait in waves
floating on heaving flows
resisting the shore
on a gloomed midday
the highing tide and red sun
lap at oceans edge
from the East a breeze
long born from a mother’s breast
steels a summer son
all at once, the world
stops, breathes in; the crashing waves
blued from the abyss
horizon ships slip
up… or… over… i can’t tell
the Pacific’s edge
long pole, belly, juttes
busy hands reel in circles
and catch empty sea
tiny toes fumble
feeling between crashing waves
burrowed down; brown bobs