Seaside Town


These birds seem to ride a breeze
in a light rain.

Is that the truth of birds
riding the breeze in a light rain?

The difference between them
screams.

Beside the sea spilling out
the beach god sits

stronger than any bird—
not the rain screwed blind

glued to the street, not
erotic longing,

nothing at all beating
on the back of the wind

a wet bird.



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