estuary
her breath, a full length
for every bay, the raft
of lashed boards
and fabric drag
skirting through eelgrass
a thin towel, one lung
pressed on volume
flounders. the fluke muddied
under green golden marine in
summer, her feet , the winded
waves
Wasteland
Via Cavafy
fossilized dreams, this land
cityscaped by want and
flat roads. a cornered mind
escapes from the sea. years
of streets seeded by ships. houses
full with wool and ruins. seams
and meals edge this world
