Beach Walk
a conch shell emptysea-gifted
carried back to window sill
trapped voices now extinct still
in shifting sandsbreeze-lifted
sounds of surf on gentle winds
crashing pulselife’s quickened flash
mutes the tracks with ocean slash
silent ciphersexpunged suspend
the reverie I walkthe smell
and sight of tumbling seas
salted onto sun-licked skin
hide within the hollow shells
ring within ear’s deepest wells
tolling timefuneral bells
Flint
one bowl, one spoon
silence throbs on the inner ear
admits strange and fearsome noises
memory’s heft and texture
irons itself flat with
the hot smell of scorch
the smallest of tasks becomes
transcendent reason for life
as living dims to insipid
drama plays on a stage
an actress without an audience
no one hears the pathos
acknowledges the mien of sorrow
eyes shiny with twice shed tears
unaccustomed to stage markings
stumble over footlights
raptin a Greek mask
cajole anguish
strike a smilechuckles spark
laughter flaresstill...
one bowl, one spoon
bouquet from the garden
manuredtiny seeds ripen and root
sprout in dark odors
bouquet from the garden
a beer glass
rim chipped
the only sober one still standing
from a set of eight
two inches of green
clouded water
in the bottom
sousing eight
Dusty Miller branches
three Butterfly Bush spikes
slump over scattered florets
yellow and purple blossoms
no longer complimentary
clutch in crispedcurled
discolored tangles
above the water
spongy stems
decompose
in bent mangled
angles below
richpalated musk
waits above the glass
spicedfermented honey
breathes
earthydizzy drunkenness
trajectory
enoughed