The light was
and quieter than I remember. Move one by one on the wooden
boardwalk. When I get to the pupfish, I recall with
a little bit of envy, how they live in Latin and common
names. Because their lives are simple and legless. Because
they scuttle under during the winter process to rub and
mate. Because water and salt ridge inhabit the floor
of this particular dusk. Because my memory is elliptical. |