With Cinderella at Dusk, the Beach Ball
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
