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.