Every day’s a parade
Of juxtapositions
Subtle and sweeping.

Why, just this morning
At the beach
In baby bright light
A towering thunderhead on the horizon
Snuffed the edges of light and shadow

  (as quickly as steel
  is chilled with a hiss
  at the blacksmith’s).

so the dunes
and the houses hugging them
came cool and clean and quiet –

  all monochromed,
  all clarified and still –

Even as the heat of activity
Thrummed in the vapors.