All earth is a dustpan
floating on the drifts of thoughtless creation-
I look at the tide a mile away
and I see myself like Edna’s Awakening.
I want to wear it, that new version
For a moment it’s not even blue
but the red of Greek tragedy
and Revelations and Sartre.
The ripples peter out and
I see the shore again.
-our blood becomes dirt and washes away.
– Palos Verdes, CA