6:16
lights turning bright, cars,
stars, a bridge on two shores
the last boat moving to the
rich and darkening sea
scarlet on the ruffled water
beach glass, oarlocks
herself turning lavender
under a hungry sky, the
moon a ball of cottage cheese
riding Little Compton
6:26
she is peering due south
as the wind picks up, half
a light year gone since the flood
and not enough letting go
kids chase a puppy on the
grassy hill of the dune
waves fall without a fuss
on the patient pebbly sand
sunset's at six, she sees,
pulling in her cardigan