Castro Marina 200901

I blinked and the firework was a flower on the back of my eye, evening star soaring as the moon sank beyond the town wall. Where the sea had been this morning was deep nothingness, holding glassy afloat the lights of the outgoing boats. A moment, and the moon.

sea-blue flowers sway

beyond the sandy slopes

the tide is on the turn again

sea-blue flowers sway

beyond the sandy slopes

the tide is on the turn again

and as it turns brings hope

sea-blue flowers sway

beyond the sandy slopes

the tide is on the turn again

and as it turns brings hope

sea-blue flowers sway

beyond the sandy slopes

the tide is on the turn again

and as it turns brings hope

sea-blue flowers sway

beyond the sandy slopes

the tide is on the turn again

and as it turns brings hope

sea-blue flowers sway

beyond the sandy slopes

the tide is on the turn again

and as it turns brings hope

sea-blue flowers sway

beyond the sandy slopes

the tide is on the turn again

and as it turns brings hope

sea-blue flowers sway

beyond the sandy slopes

the tide is on the turn again

and as it turns brings hope