Avocet!

Avocet!
Tasted bleached ends of
Your threaded hair coils—Lemon. 

Could we hide the corrodes?
     Before everything fell beneath our 
Brave new world,
Great womb of winter pests, hidden in the clovers
Of Nags Head panes.  
Mildew grew on those eggshell condo walls. 
We discovered God in Abyrinthine's bedroom 
Conversations. 
     Hang as
     —nautical quilt off the balcony
And into the sand dunes. 
 
Nothing brave about those Avocets climbing with twine
Defaced our kin

Nothing brave about those pancakes, crisped dough 
Defaced our kin

     I. Sink back into the sea foam, 
It could have never taken both my sons. 
I held you against the barren sands of my chest. 
Just sink back into the sea foam, with those lemon coils, 
     II. Wrestle that Avocet behind you, corkscrew back 
Through its eggs! 
As it did my quilt. 
—As I make your omelet.