an arrival of sand …
cover lids with woman-paint
with curlers
with shavings from passport
you came back
and yet, you have traveled too far north now to gather me
two new people will share a last name
an audience of tourists photograph
love and contracted commitment
and there is still that egg
unscrambled and flipped
branches
tied together with shards of hair and thread
an alleyway where pears do not grow but
an ocean swims nearby