To karly on her thirty second birthday

First, a sea of tuna

trapped in a current

on the parkway

Foggy metal boxes

and mirrors glinting like gills

Then, the briny sweetness

the air dressed in salt

the roar-hum

of an ancient tide

a sun drenched shanty

Later, combing for riches

the gull-cry peal

of your laughter

You twirl and skip

among the seaweeds

I will keep you like a pearl

until there is no moon left