dichterliebe 5

resonance

the waves frequent westcliff drive,

the beaches there--a slow furl, seemingly,

of heavy, heavy water.

that curve mirrored

in the taut lines of roller coasters

at the boardwalk. the curve moves longingly,

heaving through air, shouldering itself.

i was shuddering at the top of that spinal

curve, and then plunging down

through air as if it were water.

and after i

got off,

i thought that

these paradoxical

movements

suspended in time

all were once

or would be

yours.