Shoreline Thought

I do not think I will pass
into day
with solitary hotels
next to the ocean
nor eat the stems of roses
with the spine,
the head, the waist

the bones
where the seabed
walkers walked

I do not think I will

shoulder the room

with rhododendrons

or water the whatever

In this house where

Lived for a time

a dumb play

of undulating plates

with windows

I do not think 

I will remember 

what you remember 

the fire

The smell of

unforgiving teeth 

I do not think

I will remember that.