Framed landscape print of an unreal, duly frosted
cascade of rolling places plastered to the tile,
waves left behind to shine, a
lightbulb just out of frame in
each one of them.
Reliquary, now speared with the skeletally misplaced
back corner of a
sinking, oceanfront chair,
all taking a
supermarket gander at the
tarnished brass eagle,
lodged in the half-hearted mud.
It doesn’t open; the umbrella is
stuck.