Long Cape¯s

you hung your body out, to
the reflective curves of tree lines,
burnt sand rocks, with a rube-scarlet dripping radio-tower scrape,
making its way from, shorelines, and splashes engulfed, to
pital against our bodies.

to synergies a seemingly motionless dressing,
without the whims that could express peering over, tidings,
wishful alas.