estuary

her breath, a full length
for every bay, the raft
of lashed boards

and fabric drag

skirting through eelgrass
a thin towel, one lung

pressed on volume

flounders. the fluke muddied
under green golden marine in
summer, her feet , the winded

waves

Wasteland
Via Cavafy

fossilized dreams, this land
cityscaped by want and

flat roads. a cornered mind
escapes from the sea. years

of streets seeded by ships. houses
full with wool and ruins. seams

and meals edge this world