spectral
	for Snyder & Coltrane, bopaloo-la

the air has sun and water in it
and spins over the beach 
and houses 
and the sandy road

phone lines glint in the golden air,
down the long straight road
bearing the ocean's watery version

fish swim below the waves;
fishermen cast out their lines 

here you think all day 
about the world curling up
on the sand, the land 

rose dust hue 
	of fast car fast boat sweet bodied 
mist in soft, in firm and loving curving off
	magic day magic night, moon in blue
with stars then sun to heat, to people
	sunning drifting off, spinning gravity 
into tides of heaven, you watch 

and enter the best places





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