Holding face cards
between pulse and sleeve
I am ready to pivot on touch,

several steps beyond
the gringo mirage dancing,
dancing up and down flash avenue.

Sidewalks lined with gamblers,
one-eyed jacks, bone coins flung
through the blue arches of birdsongs.

Focus leading to a coast highway,
view point, a dirt path deltas
onto sand, broken shells,

en route to wave crests,
the green runes curling inside
waves clapping on hard dark sand.

This day pulling
light through stone, gray
moss hanging from the oaks behind me.