we squall
in the intimacy
of suddenly thrown rain
the fricate quieting, our humdrum metronome
where you watch (turned aside) an august ocean
spills in folly, the rampart swallowing seawall
thinking, perambulations, of the fools, deluged
silhouettes a regnant weight
calving waves with palsied lips
pared in the slingshot grin
between teeth girt, a swollen silence
past the nodding arcs
of grandiose reverberations
where you cast them
to the stone
in petulant pantomime
through a wild sea
the heliconias are flying