for K.G.

by Charles Plymell

Boo Hoo as Malibu story book cottages defying shoreline grief
on carefree sand like strays caressing in seaweed crevasses
in your silver underwave chariot chair or did I say underwear
as a rogue sunset rolling home floating into Orient lamps
could have been a home for a moment for highway strays.

The sky virus sets its broken diamond molecules against
geometric shares having lived its life, a story that falls away,
sheds itself in the neon sky as ghostly as the snake skin
with its pattern still . . . madness in stardust, the gift of creation

in a trapped animal’s eyes that will follow your love forever.