the shallows glow an absinthe green & dark the bomber shapes of sharks gliding low over the shoals of bone & shell
by the dumpster in the parking lot a seagull gives a grackle hell over a french fry & a napkin ketchup’d by a pair of lips
the lack of wind has made the waves lazy i miss the shhh of their unfolding up the narrow spits of sand the ressst of their recessional sweep
the swallows swirl like coffee grounds at the bottom of the sky’s blue cup
what is the morse code for “truck backing up”
by the dumpster in the parking lot a seagull gives a grackle hell over a french fry & a napkin ketchup’d by a pair of lips
the lack of wind has made the waves lazy i miss the shhh of their unfolding up the narrow spits of sand the ressst of their recessional sweep
the swallows swirl like coffee grounds at the bottom of the sky’s blue cup
what is the morse code for “truck backing up”