on plum island watching the beach erode

Erosion on Plum Island
Erosion on Plum Island

The sun becomes a dozen dreams
the moon becomes a heart
the stars are never as they seem
and the world is far too tart.

The sun ascends to albatross
the hanging o’er the sea
The moon descends to emboss
the waves all drowning me

The sun forgets a cloud or two
the moon forgets the same
the stars forget what’s true
and I forget my name