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 beach scene #2

On an agitated winter 
rectangle of beach,

scene-setting so typically extraordinary

I lay the beach down easily
tern and plover conscious 

to the floor in my studio

so that it’s called-up,

that the salt of it sticks in my nostrils

shakes to my wisp of hair

dust-globs turned sand-

grains grimacing inside the spaces,

the twisted angles of my toes

mouth-dried like a sailor

lip-skin chapped in the windface,—

the interior brightening through

like ice-light dropping in 

from the horizon, moon-balloon  

waiting my decision as to tides

eastbound coast at my frontside
traffic heavy street hums

and the local 

city bus breaks and squeals

when it makes the pick-up stop

out my window,
and the walls tighten their grip

just at the right time for the water's
ebb-tide and the dust to circulate.


                                   Fall River