Elm's Beach

The beauty is making me sick

River run ● Rising sun ● Light turn ● Bee stun ● Day done

Sand and bay as they ever were
The graveyards, white crosses, erosion, the swans

River run ● Rising sun ● Light turn ● Bee stun ● Day done

Reeds in the rivulet, upturned oyster,

sulfur springs, blonde grain to the marsh
always returning not as it was

River run ● Rising sun ● Light turn ● Bee stun ● Day done

In a little nest a bird is gaping for the worm

A dead fish loafs upon the bank

a banquet on sea glass and weeds

fired with maggots the gulls must invade

River run ● Rising sun ● Light turn ● Bee stun ● Day done

When I want to be there I see grass

laced with pennies and shells,
the holly bush's basketry of roots
exposed where the sand abandoned it
to keel toward the tide

River run ● Rising sun ● Light turn ● Bee stun ● Day done

When I want to leave

I see the welt upon my wrist

and a bee now scrambling the sand,

listing from my swelling hand

River run ● Rising sun ● Light turn ● Bee stun ● Day done

In a little brook a frozen crab wastes away

In a little car I stop and pray

Let the bee find basil where he dies

River run ● Rising sun ● Light turn ● Bee stun ● Day done

For what it did, it had its reasons

For what I did I had my own

River run ● Rising sun ● Light turn ● Bee stun ● Day done

The symmetry is making me sick

Now the symmetry is making me run