Clients’ eyes are often drawn to the expanse— / all those miniaturized tugboats, minesweepers, / frigates, and cruise ships

Memory slithers, wicked. Its demands make / birds fly jagged into the false mouths of trees

I’ve had my green leaves and my bloom. / Now dry, I sense the pull / of oceans I can’t navigate

We’re both here, it’s dusk, my heart beats too