A sea-blown coast greets me as I step outside. Treasures tangles in jumbled seaweed. Bright yellow boot, washed ashore. Waiting patiently for its companion to join the party. The mermaids have been shopping again, their purses emptied and tossed to one side. Parchment thin, translucent. Weathered sea-glass lies on the surface of the sand, shining like an emerald in the sun. Satin smooth to touch. I cradle it in my palm, this gift from the sea. The sky drums down rain. The sun shines in melody. And above me dances a rainbow.
Breadth Of Ere
not to know as words
expressive to silences,
those of yours, to there’s,
moreso lean afore
a pommel’s lucent buoy,
fragrance, a cargo,
the heavy silver
moon aweigh the valent stars,
bountiful, the palms
Ante-Pass
I get that I am
going one way slowly back
’til two a head
the restive tents’
pretensions, ‘tho unaddress’d,
a semblance contest
the passage, ‘tho a toll
ill afford all the baggage
secretly advanced
Camphor’d Wax
henceforth on the run,
a short cloven lateral
moors the erasures
of mailed cohorts,
mirage as an assassin
lanterns lowly wick,
an amulet shone
to the shadow of a dove,
the moon’d road a scroll
‘Til Twilit
anywhere shall to,
when there is, nonetheless, no
wind upon a dune,
we shift as nomads
too aware a one-eyed dog,
unsheath’d scimitars,
barter, for a bell,
a day’s oasean breath
ahead lather’d steeds

