Day 3, Miami, 16 April 2017

i may have misread this situation.

the beach is no place to relax,

it is, instead, i suggest, a place to think

about what it’d be like to let yourself go

at the mercy of beating waves,

hitch yourself like rope, to tide,

and see, just see, is all I’m saying,

where it takes you.

Written at 6:40 in the afternoon, 13 April 2017, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA, in prediction of a moment I will experience on my third day in Miami, while lounging, presumably on South Beach.