BYWATER

(have you) seen the red grit, paper, television, salting sound

bobbling through the everywhere

like a bubblethin grenade I've become

a sly, tried soundless sigh

numb, but it's okay

if you can distinguish an orange

from an orange, calm a catamaran

float an apple for not being an orange

and quiet the proper situation

sometimes you're a hero

sometimes you're a wave

of peppers

(you)

abandoned strand of Christmas lights

gracing the post-winter pre-spring

transitioning trees, graciously

gathering drinks

skulking through

skulking black bushes

becoming one with wrought iron

you said what you love

below the daymoon

lying in the dirt burning

sand

burning like citrus

I want to spend time with you.

"The daytime birds are still singing

and my face is so red."

but it's okay