#unstructured form

On wet sand, above the tide line,

interstitial un-placed place

Red rocks bearing up grey sand

An Alias of place, of Air, of Sea,

Of endless wet expanse

Cry out, oh gulls, high wheeling

Piercing through the salt-spun sky

All and equally unmoored to here

Or now, but sounding out in Time:

All and Ever bide within the in-between

June 18 2026

words are absent on days like these when my heart yearns for a vacation brain begs for exercise.

with strong heart and weak knees under heavy frame, jelly legs struggle to keep my head held high.

nothing more than worn tik-toks misshapen gears fashioned of rust well-seeming though ill-advised.