With Cinderella at Dusk, the Beach Ball
we
took
perch on
world’s edge
low tide kissing
rocks, hair stroking
wind, arms drunk on
fading light, the wheeling dance
a summer after-everything or
dusk at the beach ball/
sand massage bar the
sea-glass dunes bare
those eloping heart
hunters trysting
slick bodied
sky licking
hard on
fire