CLARITY

On the beach,

when the sky is bright

with the blue of nothing

but light, distance softens

in the iridescent haze.

Purple coquina peek from

sandy graves and hang by their toes

against the lunar pull, all around,

reminders of past lives take turns

rolling down or emerging from

slippery debris in the sloppy waves.

For my taste, though,

the lucid desert has a depth,

when L. A. has not poured

its murk upward to lay down

in the sky, and is enough.

Enough to pull your inner

blue eye from where you stand

to a more vivid place so your

fire can breathe free as

dust devils larking it up

in the vibrant,

August heat.

Reviews

[red93]

'But I couldn't let go of LA / City of the fallen angels'. Nice Work Vol and very emotive and empathic.

[Ken Simm.]

I could be standing in the desert again all those years ago. This brought me right back. I could feel it on the back of my neck and I knew the city was just over the horizon. Both ways.

[Vol]

Lorry,
Thanks, man...
What a VAST difference between Scotland and any desert, anywhere.
Vol

[Ken Simm.]

Not Lorry, Ken. I'm afraid.
I was remembering the Mojave and various visits and crossings. Sorry I should have said. I just live in Scotland now. and we don't have any deserts I'm afraid.

[Vol]

Damn... I am SO sorry! I assure you, I know the difference. Where did I lose my glasses?