A doubled cut sky interrupted by mountains
the layer of early hues then blended by cotton

Shadows will meet under the ocean overlap
then ocean nudges forward then back against itself

Like wind that stay all nervously howling
with strong breezy hoots that make it a good day

Stacked rubble creating shelves for themselves
—a cold sweat glitters over the sickly stone bush

Still sand that’s been sitting through miles of time
hit will fallen light that comes from the popped sun

Lifted moisture softens my chapped skin
this is the new way for sea-life to live
As peripheral vision cuts the landscape short,
the blinds of a blink compact what it could be