Poem: Capitola

 

Capitola

 

dolphin-toned aqua,

shiny blue of silver and rolling glaze,

teased by the marine rabbit heads

of the cormorants,

who duck in and out of

various seaweed cloaks.

a tarpon leaps thrice,

gleaming pink and pearl,

all fulgent and fissile.

and on the shore,

more seaweed habidashers

and millineries stitched by tiny feet,

those trident footsteps of flighty gulls.

and all around and among all of it, 

a festival of fruity neons:

vivid triangles and trunks,

clung tight for the public, but

not much else, strutting and

playful below a gravitas of sea shells,

jags gutted yet deathless,

stuck in the face of a dying cliff--

triassic shells, so lost,

fanged and incommensurate,

as if to mock wind and wave and pulse and lust,

the audacious rhythms

of time and flesh.

 

 

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8/26/25 ... edits throughout the day