I was walking

I was walking on the beach
after Isadora
at Telchak Puerto
where all the broken doors
are las puertas rotas.

Between puerto and puerta,
the port and the portal
Portage and Main
The Spanglish in anguish
Before and after
The Sass- in disaster
Between the beach and the water

the pandemonium of passage
iterates a constant spuerell
of ignition, how to hang on
in a wedge of vortex free from shear
and the siren of echo
how to find the door
to stand in the way
just be there Mr. In-Between

Transcribed as published in Isadora Blue.