The End

Coastal beginnings,
sand through
sand through
sand
a see-through
chiffon
blouse
with flowers on it
just left there
five feet in front
agony in the garden
part two
me on my knees
dropping to my knees
forever dropping
the scent of perfume
the scent of burned wood
the clouds open up
my riffs pass before me
eyes upturned
I
fall
in-
to
it.