Aral Sea



We were

slender then


Youthful fingers tracing taught skin, pulsing over ribs


Our fishing
done we

shared the night, starlit on this divan of sand


Years have
fled like tides.


Our fishing hulk lies sleeping where once she moored


Hull bones


reaching whale-boned to our stars, her planks taken to
make chicken


Years have
fled like tides


Lying my heart to the sand I hear the long lost

sea, and
your breath


I ask the blazing night: Can an old man be fool enough

to call
the tide
to turn?