Picked & inspected
By the young woman
In azure-blue bikini
Pebbles picked
Picked & inspected
As though all of life itself
Had been washed ashore
Easy to be romantic
Blue sky, gentle waves
Reflected warmth, from
Worn-away sandstone pillars
In the speedboats jet-stream
Hang the plumes of destiny
A race of sorts
From here to there, or thereabouts
One deep and final breath
Beneath the Faberge shade
Negligence would be, would it not
To be unfaithful to beauty & love
This poem is from the collection
