By Liz Neihoff
We only live
in a lighter sea
and so hear and
see, in Summer’s
cottonwood crowns,
South Sea breakers
where big salt lands.
Wax is buffed
to green crystal shine.
As thousands of gimbeling
leaves dance and flash
at Summer’s height.
A welcome sound
of moist air comes
over the ridges,
all free as a breeze.