A Boy Knows the Sea

a boy knows the sea
for having lived near it.

even inland,
in the country side
among the tall grass where he and the neighbors run and jump
the salt air drifts in his hair
still today

i saw it myself
one morning
and had i not, i wouldn't believe the story

And Mortar

my hand is in the brick, brother
and the building stands big
there are families here
a lot of past and certainly the prudent whispers of future
don't don't recoil, it all hums
but i trust the swing of your hammer, and wait