the reflection
the water
the pool

beside the highway
with the sound of the trucks going by

in the sun
coming down

before it touches the mountain
and makes everything dark

horns honk
in the desert

architecture

heat

luscious

heat

skin scorched

ice from a machine

and malibu

in a paper cup

hotel

eight feet deep and nowhere else to go

so let me carry you in my arms

the weightlessness of water makes me feel like a man

and the reflection of the sun through the straw of my hat creates an abstract pattern

a painting

of palm trees and desert scruff

a musicland

another poem

another moment

recorded and left behind

oh please

come and find me

please

please

come and find me

please