Salt water everywhere low tides undulate a flotsam of mines

the archipelago aswim with joyful blue-white puffer fish

and in a neighbouring province saguaro prowl a feline prowl.

Since it’s August she begins the idle effacement of dying

the many prickles of needles of many exotic compounds

hormones and corticosteroids the stiffening of the larynx

mouth the dry of the walk alone into the desert finding there

those cactuses their open arms and their long curious shadows.