Beaches

Here
where land meets water
and water meets sky
and crescent hangs over
the marching of time
the wind dons eye shadow
purple and blue
and life carries on
a heartbeat from You.
7-1-06

In the sun
the dead fish head
floats in warm water
bubbling from its slit throat
eyes aglow
a million guanine crystals
reflecting complex miracles.
This tapetum
eludes Stanford's best man;
he can't craft it by hand
yet can undo
what God does
and does.
7-1-06