Glitter

Alive and bursting through the day,
Fanning out around outmoded
Docks, and glinting on the bay,
The angles of each wave are coated

In flashing liquid chrome, treasures
Of the sea that mold
Its weights and measures
Into trompe-l’oeil gold,

That coat its idle waves
In the gilt of over-lavish sun,
Currency it engraves
With the current’s airy collusion.

January 22nd, 2019
Duke’s

January 25th, 2019
Kawela