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