MEXICAN BEACHES

[Byron]

Mexican Beaches


Grain by crumbling grain
Lapping by smoothing lap
Burns the inner side
Of lidded eye
Refreshing planted memories
Deep, deep beneath
Unseen wavelengths of my electric, eclectic mind
Drawing and teasing golden-blue threads of
Weaving and wafting senses
Filtered hour-glassingly
Grain by prescient grain
Washed with ebbing and flowing
Sand flown, sand blown
Sand paintings of time
Beached
Stored
Safe

[imaginary friend]

Hello Byron,

Thanks for the south of the border trip!

It's rainy and messy here now; can't think of a better time to de-archive daffodils...