in
storms |
here
is a
difference in what
water can
reflect. driving down the
sun on route one, to
sit at the end
of the boardwalk
in santa cruz,
fishing. your only
view of the
atlantic, enough
to feel the dark
commerce measured by
waves. or swimming
to the raft as a
child, lying flat
on your back
endlessly rocking
|
staring
at a naked |