It's the sound waves make on stone I notice, not the beauty of
foam.
The red slide looks new when it's wet
and rain gives the broken swing a reason.
Sea glass reflects in sand but water holds truth.
When the levee breaks, open your doors and windows.
Silt and riverbed never lie—Marcie was saved
by a black boy
and we still don't know his name.
In Mexico the sea of Cortez holds secrets.
He came with God in his left hand and killed with
his right.