A MAN-SHAPED GLOW INSIDE THE HAND
We take his time from both sides of the mouth, as though we were on the beach together. Scuttled upshore at the top of our field of vision she lies in flowers upon an invisible shelf, grasping a wrought iron rail & crumpling flowers with her other hand. She waves her wand & a castle-filled moon develops in the air between them. Low humped islands look away into the sea leaving thumb prints across your vision. As clouds pass over the oilfield, each hits up against the other at the next level of sky. These shadows where the sun too refracted cannot penetrate this ocean lost inside itself & crashing. Exit the car. You are a boat departing too soon.