Silver seeps between cypress fingers,
spills through bedroom window,
voyeuristic light barely dimmed
by remnants of fog.
Full moon makes the sheets itch.
I toss, fidget upon my bed of nails,
a victim of astral lunacy.
Far surf wallops crumbling coastline.
King tides flood
sweet water pond with salty brine,
turn wetland lagoon
into brown, brackish stew.
Shimmering planetoid
hanging above pallid dunes
disorients gravity, dismantles sleep,
arouses a marauding gang
of noisy raccoons.
Jennifer Lagier lives a block from the Monterey stage where Janis Joplin performed, and Jimi Hendrix torched his guitar. She has published twenty-three books, and her work appears in a variety of anthologies and literary magazines. She taught with California Poets in the Schools, edited the Homestead Review, currently edits the Monterey Poetry Review, helps publicize Monterey Bay Poetry Consortium Second Saturday readings. Website: jlagier.net, Facebook: www.facebook.com/JenniferLagier/
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