Our sea-dreams
Deepen myth,
Toe shells shifting.
A thoughtless
Pseudonym
Absolves fantasy.
In blissful ignorance,
We pick petoskeys
From the shore
As the water wades away
Decampimg wreckage
from childish days.
And we stand,
slack-jawed
at the premier
of our paltry scene.
Memory shrinks
Like the Aral Sea.