Gulf of Mexico Part I
by M. Henault
the red wine has almost erased my mind
like the waves crashing along the coast
of the gulf of mexico
erase the footsteps
the sand castle dreams
the imprints of lovers
erases all things tangible
embedded in the sand
the waves cover
the lines left by fisherman
and the cigarettes of losers
the ashes of their dreams
as the rhythms
of water
and shorebirds
and shells diminish to sand
and leave it to the gulf
to bury all its secrets
in shallow water
not far from shore
where anyone truly inspired
could wade to the truth
but here the wine is too good,
the sunshine too sublime
and no one wants much more
than to be carried away
by the rhythms
of water
and shorebirds
and hopefully
be diminished to sand