Newport, night
silent streets and watchful lamps

A California kind of quiet
waves pushing at the sand
more felt than heard in the darkness
the high dusty smell of charcoal from burned out barbeques and firepits

Salt in the heavy damp air
the smell of distance and emptiness
the pervading singularity of the sea

A tourmaline jewel
set in a fine gold ring
sent spinning around the sun

AcB 10.20.01