BOLSA CHICA

I drowned again upon my couch
Face down.  I was a floater,
Untidy, above a reef of empty bottles,
Nibbled by dreams
Not about you.

When I awoke I saw you here
Measuring my window for curtains.
“It is your birthday” I heard you say.
I had not seen you
All winter.

You walk me to the beach.
I am unshaven, unclean.
With warm strokes my clothes you keep.
Fingers of the moon reach,
Grasping waves to wash my feet.

And I kneel gasping into the water.
You lead me up to the oasis.
Our tongues together confess.
I entwine you in the salty grass,

Sandpipers
Jab wet burrows
Hungering for morsels of
Secret life.
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