Wednesday, April 17, 2019
Twilight and Port Canaveral
darkens as pelicans haunt for
falling bits shoved by fish gutters,
their flashing knives against
a purpling bar of sky.
Drink a Becks mid shy
generic birds tracing a few dark crumbs
off my graham crackers, and Honey-
mooners enwrapped like greenest
deities of myth. Crow enters, flaunt-
ing iridescence, splits our scene
for sea lights to lift in,
floating all, just so,
to afterglow.
