As the bridges that I cross

rain brick on thundering beaches

and the hollow rind

pops on radiated snow

I still recall her spray of echoes

in a vine becoming song

an electrical racket

makes my way

a spoonful of fireworks

and ruddy bass

that she serves.

Sun's bent shriek

on a waterfall mirror

with a lizard's tongue

where I come awkwardly

to nip at bread

her ring of arms and mortar.