Sunset at the Beach
I imagined then, those sharp filaments of sensation
should have come tingling back to my finger-tips
and punching through my chest.
But all that I felt
was the kick-back throwing my hat off
and the sun in my eyes
like an accusation.
I turned around and walked home.
the sun was a red hole falling at my back.
glare glowing hot on my neck;
made my shadow bleed black
and stretch into a corridor, which beckoned me
to sink into it without a trace—
and it was as if I had struck four sharp knocks
against the door of misfortune.