a kelp forest fire
man-made pelagic demise
the vengeful tides rise

greying cilia
framing lively child's eyes
with youth not ceasing

blind diner windows
scribbling absentmindedly
dog-eared carte du jour

Your echoing footfalls,
they broke up my soil.
My mind now is nourished,
my thoughts now are fruitful.
Where it’s shady and windy
I shall grow by myself.

Through the open passenger door
your broken radio stutters songs
we have heard far too many times.
Our boots and sorrow, left behind,
beside the olive trees and pines.
Jug wine turns the dunes into a ballroom,
a distant lighthouse glistens to the tune.

I’d like to dance, just for a while.