wind crashes gulls into gulls and rolls up an opaque from below
it splinters the sun into a dance bright white
of embers across this vision filter
it's as one muscle rippling:
a return run of sockeye
god wants to know if the great rise can happen fast enough
to swallow these private estates. they've devoured
this beachfront commons property of sandcastles
we are losing the speak of speedsmith geckoes
of pelican spears and bleach and burn of sun
from here it sets over panamanian silica
over subgulfic gysers of brown-black death
we've long since swam past
recollection is lost before its whim arrives
there is no time yet time values everything the same
and we were once leaves
we were once leaves nestled amidst the shade of our mothers
though the summer strikes have heard our action
waved the flag
the forests will burn
waves crash waves of wind like a fire drill
and the shoreline a halfway exit
