the beach by/ego light
i’m writing
the beach
clean and free
of human leavings
coloring
the polished sand
from a limited palette
--pinks and opaline-gray.
the evening sky
contracts
becoming a fisherman’s lantern.
i
too am there
my shadow falls across the sand
drowns
in a shattered light
where foam and stone prolong each
other.
the moon
blasting stars with her stolen
starlight
the earth
hiding half of all that’s whole
while i bead the planets like words on a line.
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