Wind walkers.

The wind walks detritus on distant shore 

soiled by the taste of alkali 

it’s the subway shield without architecture

courting nature of living a lie under stones

thrown at destructive sky’s borrowed time.

the peace of mind only a coffee grind 

away from the closed beach.

hand in hand they stroll the unwound 

Cable as a viper coiled came the reply

To the oceans ever present shaded eyes.

Every day’s a good day with a reed  

a winery on the shelf and the bull 

tied up dressing itself.