2 Poems from a Beach

Why We Don’t Read The wor(l)d’s safer with no wor(l)ds on paper.   The Swimmer Buoyed by my newly light self the density of daily life seems a poor reading of what is.   Weighted by the shame of expense I greet the maid and feel worse still about my white and weight.   What heavy problems could I really have? Itinerary and passport, map reading, cash.   I glimpse your trailing orange bauble it is sunrise and sunset both silent beacon flashes, beckons, out beyond where I daily swim.