swim

float

a salty grain

sweep out 

clean out

mirror by your window

mirage in your profile

vulture feathers 

stolen from the shrine room

tief and lie

tief and lie

perfect desecration.

here is the holy door

you painted each season

walk though it

an ache without end

yet

pray prey persevere somehow

i lost you in this paradise

is your vision still good enough

enough to see the 

far far away sails

a red one a white one

one not so far at flood tide 

blue or maybe green

the cobra eye unwavering

your son.  a mirror

unflinching

remember