Little Corona

The sun shone brightly on
The California shore—
Alone with my siblings,
Family and others.
She came from the water—
An enchantress birthed by
The deep and nurtured with
Sand.
Little Corona flows with
Scattered eccentric memories
Shattered—I want you still.
I struggle between images forbade
For us both under the warm
Stream of dirty sand beach showers
Placed for eternity.
Tan and tar stained feet never
Clean—I watched the moment
Unfold—acted out and planned
For a millennia—my departure and
End, imminent.
But you, you imagined the dream
Could last forever—gathering my
Name and attention to this very
Undesirable moment for the
Pain of wicked work.
You’re the comfort
Demon in a black one-piece,
Dragging me back
To this place gone twenty years
Today and also yesterday.
I’m stuck with you—stirred
Thin throughout my psyche
You’re there, in love with me
Alone.
I wait.
I wait for word from the crowd—
A passing whisper of your
name gone dilute.
You healed me for a lifetime
and made the bleak seem small.
A day will come again for you—old
One at Little Corona,
A day when pleasure finds words
And runs you wild.