The Swashing

the swashing the evening we were declared WORLD’S HOTTEST CAPITAL sarah & i seek relief via a cool walk between jetties — where an impromptu marine superhighway has formed — a never ending people procession 2 & 3 abreast wander the swashing — magical median between sand & sea — adults stroll — kids splash — dogs chase the waves which suck our toes — pulling us toenail by bunion — into pulsing blood — heat particles extracted & dissolved into shadow — salt replaced by crystals of coolth — a strange osmosis — sighs meanwhile a girl in white glides across glass slowswift & graceful soon fading in the gloaming as if she’s a ship sails full of wind the rest of us cannot catch