After turning on the bluetooth
I bend down my neck,
and push the letters like pedals beneath my fingers.
In high afternoon
the sunlight is too violent on the water.
Can't look at it all directly
I need wide-framed sunglasses & sideways glances
I need a toothpick to carve the last of winter from between my wisdom teeth.
I stopped to think a thought
& got lost in the fabric of a swaying dress.