Yet Another Autumn

 

Gulf of Mexico literally the color of

watered down split pea soup

where sky meets horizon

blue or gray, a million gull feathers

suspended until sunset, scintillating/ed

 

feathers coat evening’s dark water

octopus rise up from below

hammerheads pluck the narcissus

imagine a sky lit with nostalgia

 

tumbled conchs burrow against

the undertow of September

elusive fragmentary promises

left on the line to dry

instead, together, they bleach in the sun

fake bedsheets become white lies stained

with Prussic acid, red and yellow songbirds,

discarded fish bones, and soggy seagull songs

 

[RK, 9/3/2020]