for Joe Macaluso

It didn't feel any different from daytime,
gulping deep breaths of night air
and pulling handfuls of tropical water
to propel myself forward.
I halted a mile from shore ...  [+]

Deciding on a swim
a herd of plunging pachyderms
form a necklace
trunk to tail across the lake

as our frail boat floats
between mainland and island,
a whitewashed crouton ...  [+]

I was leaning on the railing,
contemplating my life in the way
bridges seem to draw one into reflection.

The sun was at my back,
my shadow in the water below,
a distorted view of my dark ...  [+]