shark chisel
once i could run head on
into a summer squall
heart pounding
teeth clenched
mouth full of sweet
adrenaline
a young shark head
chiseling into the wind
splitting open the sky
thunderheads and I
both weeping
until power and foam
bring me to my knees
then swept up again
by kisses at my back
thrown by reckless sirens
at sunset
but now it's all better
no coarse adrenaline
the horizon spreads out
evenly
with roses and tulips and
gardenias and lillies
the earth feels like
comfortable leather
here they make sure the sun never sets