the sea and tales
men and women
eaten by fish cell by cell
broken by the love
of long wet rocks

I see children drinking
under the porch
from bottles and books
smoking with dust
where it's cool

and cracking worlds
graze the clouds and burst
bone and rust
over drinking glasses
and empty chairs

we thrive in the surf's dark foam
sink slowly into moonrise
wonder at the letters made
by worms baked on the walk