Random Crosses in a Broken Field of Vision
of the lagoon; random crosses in a
broken field of vision.
They disappear in flashes of sunlight,
wind burst’s scattering withered leaves
to the edge just to be swallowed by
the sequined water.
City noises whistle through your hair
leaving your ears burning with desire
Sun-blinded water knocks against the frozen grass.
Momentary flight with the sea-bird’s single perception–