sailing ships with
my eyes,
toes firm upon
land,
birds circling
until dizzy,
braced in sudden
a breeze,
summer rests its hand
upon my shoulder
to remind me
i’m seen
and stained into
the scenery.
mindfulness
settling into
strange bathwater
i swallow soap
bubbles to
float
but drift to the
ocean floor
as though i’d
died here
before.
i turn my
head
to alter my
view
and notice you
turning
too.
i drift sky
waves
like they know
my name
and mend in their
embrace,
while atop beach
rocks,
swimmers pause to
gawk
as i’m carried
off into
space.
i hear rubber gripping
fresh rainfall
and watch clouds circle
like seagulls
while neighbors vs. neighbors
rekindle each
other..
i smell stale incense
as the hours
trip on
by.
it honors the sea
to let her
speak–
your secret’s safe
with me.
holding space for
past disgraces
in hands of crystal
pressed to
face
to profess
truths
that return
hurt
to place
of rest
as toes touch
earth.
echoes of ivory
stain this lounge blue,
while hot liquid saxophone
melts my ears too,
the microphone’s got
a voice of
its own,
amplifying whose
truths?
blue flames in
frames,
swollen eye
paint,
wincing through
steel rains,
watching birds
grow faint.
can’t get over
things..
that never happened,
and can’t climb
over forms
that just
exist
anywhere the sun
won’t kiss.
hands in the garden 
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