In From the Rusty Edge like Absolution

Fogmist floaters waved & streaming
down thru the atrophied
palm branches so firmly held in the
grasp of a Destiny
that most often appears in a shroud

hopelessly drear & dank save for the
asymmetrical menu

as those initiates of Delphi
or Malibu
w/drizzle & circumstance
              (except for the tunic)
park along the coast highway
to read the future in the glassy tide

a point of entry & return within that
broken dissolve of mist & sand

threading the needle