sometimes/ it re-enters as tender/ dream stretched/ -out road to/Fort Tilden
never-ending/ burning thighs Sameer’s/ laughing chide I/ thought we were going/
to lose you sun-smeared/bikes in front me/ trailing distance/ clouds/pulled straight as horizon/
forcing another revolution/ of chain & tires eventually/ sanded with sweat/ running
down/face fat dark berries/ shoved in mouth only/ time saw/ this swathe of water/
above swarm/. of white-gray gulls mass/ of people in deep/ distance 10/ maybe 14
bikes/ littered along beach/ footprints thru sand many names already/ forgotten or I
never/bothered to hear careless/ adventure to kill/ an otherwise empty/Saturday—a
blank slate/ blue iron &/salt soft/. skin some quiet/ gossip about someone’s/ absence an
outstretched/ arm in hunt/ of an airborne/ frisbee Blonde Redhead coming out/
of phone/speaker empties tangled/with seaweed can’t/ remember if I/ swam Sunday/
in bed with books until/ mid-afternoon light/ falling in stripes/ upon sore
calves/ out window then/ a single tree &/ parking lot full/ of risers/ Chinatown gloried/
in its afternoon hustle/ it re-enters a life away/ from a life yet / there is no thru-line that/
life this life circles/ sadself revolving with/ smilingself a floating/ center to see/ light
falling/ in strips some gossip/ a memory/ of a bike ride to a beach while/ now out/ my
window/ aged red-bricked apartment/ buildings thin trees/ with hesitant buds cars/ sloshing
along street/ afternoon footprints in drizzle/ below oversized/ shrubs of brilliant/ green/
my desk cluttered/ with books by Morgan/ James & Joe my own/ book asunder somewhere/
in the mess/ a word the sentence/ an em dash/ a phrase a/ line collaboration of/ days & nights/
real & imagined/ friends held closely/ in the distance—
reading this feels like wading in water, thank you
hell yeah your awesome book is crowding out your desk, man!! Your book is on my desk too!!!