surfside lunar strobe
splashes on my retina
I am tranced
I blink
I am a snapshot
a Polaroid
I wait 30 seconds
and hold my breath
as I start to peel

lunar saturations
make me
so gravitational
I hold still
snap photo

dark by
sliding skies
still lit
by the sun
I inhale
again

pool moon blue
surfside sand
bright lights
lunar crustaceans
scan the horizon
looking for 
lost ships
gold cargo

by the Boy Poets