From Blue Lungs Trying

V. Coastal education
gradual like distressing
these front gates.

Thinking small vices
up at Deep Creek,
wearing feathers,
pockets,
wind,
earrings,
sparklers

that's a storm! no,
it's a photograph
of worship

the smell of rain
in this time of wanting
and soft spring,
palm branches,
residual morning wind,
how to procure honey.

What was true here, stairs,
I give to you glitter for your ground,
the stones you'll come
to cherish, tomato juice.

I see turtles floating,
you hear horns outside;
we think the same thing

like stop listening,
water for your eyes
the yellow leaves,
and the lemon yellows.

You say it like you know
the answer you know the rest
and yet
flies inside today,
attracted to the specks,
are charming up the place a bit.

I can walk away to the mountain
and drive away to the sea
and it's only summer yet.