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.