Just past the pier a sea lion, briefly and two dorsal fins like piqued interest very present and transient only a few kids saw them and exited the water but at a certain point there’s no longer a point to reticence– consider the odds or don’t it still goes out like a sigh, the tide the pier stretching out into the open Pacific like the longest exclamation
worse than a promise unkept is one not made only implied no lie technically it rained the evening hours slumped into night the difference between dusk and dark said and meant is gray and quiet
Moody rain all along Lake Crescent, a fresh wreck the flares like embers– last night we kept the fire going until its bitter end coaxing and coaxing a few more flames until the night consumed the beach it is immense the lowest tide the endless starless sky no clear line of demarcation just soft gray nothingness and the faintest clouds of breath to prove our existence
a blue stroke across beige paper a river cleaves two banks look at this place the contorted topographies red dirt roads like open veins and muddied waters the stars at night are big and bright where does it come from this possessiveness? to take establishes the precedent of loss so choose your hypotheticals carefully– why don’t they, if only then the golden door would open simple, easy another girl got swept away in the Rio […]
OPTIONAL POETRY 