for Snyder & Coltrane, bopaloo-la
the air has sun and water in it
and spins over the beach
and houses
and the sandy road
phone lines glint in the golden air,
down the long straight road
bearing the ocean's watery version
fish swim below the waves;
fishermen cast out their lines
here you think all day
about the world curling up
on the sand, the land
rose dust hue
of fast car fast boat sweet bodied
mist in soft, in firm and loving curving off
magic day magic night, moon in blue
with stars then sun to heat, to people
sunning drifting off, spinning gravity
into tides of heaven, you watch
and enter the best places