Wherever you go, find the color and follow her to an origin. The spherical tapestry of nanostructures blueberries hold like an unstoppable, quantum secret.
Surf’s edge, the shallow trough I dig for her to lie in, mound high with wet, heavy sand. Több, she says, több, for me
Come in now, my mother gestures wildly from shore. I almost hear the tinge of fear in her voice. I have ventured out again
We split the salt air between the beach and boards cracking beneath our weight, Miles, in the orange seat fastened to the front of