sublimity

low tide, uneven chair, hot coffee

as the seven o'clock sun burns through the haze i open the iowa baseball confederacy

the book, with narration from gideon clarke, stumbles through a slow start

a woman walks the beach. she glances at me in a subtle way as if to make a confession. she too knows the secret

the narrative winds up, birds begin to skitter, dogs and those they own appear

the morning is shattered. if only i can remember the secret