Waves tumbling long grass
nudes torn up in a field of shells
cold upright cabinet head
opening rows of skinny doors
sheets of pressed flowers
yields of baking crud
circuits of flashing water
in the under dome
butterfly towers with rope arms
round bridges sprouting hubcap daisies
brown paths on the flanks of green hills
straw baskets of babies' heads
and the stippled highway raging
a salt stream through every sleeping eyelid
a searching finger that never curls
to point back home
egg puncture and egg sides
and egg heart going splat splat splat
on the hurricane siphon
a tarp leading outskirts wide
catching ancient footfall.