Ormond Beach, Florida
it goes like this:
the water at night and the spanish moss
the red shelled sand and sandpipers
all things have their complement
all things must pass
on the beach, I find an oyster.
in its shell, a dead fish
the fish’s tiny body is stuffed with sand
its mouth is open
God has created both:
the ocean, and the dead fish
the fish, and its throat stuffed with sand
the world suffers under this impossibility
but it is true.