If I wade
through the furnace hum
to reach the waves
are soundless in the sun
a knot between the braids, the knuckle, and the thumb
the bread will break and seagulls eat the crumbs
but from the passenger seat I know it takes
Whatever else
You allow yourself
You hold your health
Down
Over on the bay, they’re caving out the elms
They tow and break the ship you used to helm
The gold plates
the jewelry and the rum
It goes away
a fraction of the sum
but then it’s lavender out, I see
You take
Whatever else to distract yourself
You hold your breath
Now