Sea glass



Sea sucks,

sea ‘n sand





you stand:

dark silhouette




Sharks ride

jet skis


cruise the



turtles graze

& tourists drink.


Ground heat

rises, cicadas,


shiver of rain

on tin roof.


Old men pass

pass & re pass


eyeing up

the talent.


We talk,

hot wires


of desire,

while time


unrolls, stealthy

like the tide


eroding us

until we become


see through.





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