FL: Tyler Conaty

For a good time after

dying in Canada, he looks south.

It’s always rainy season—

even in the parched heat of summer

the winds pick up

& throw across

the steaming sand

salt-thick vapor

but the sun-

shining light-split through rain makes

everything always look

like spring, & the doves mourning

make him always think it’s dawn. & in

his white mourning,

smelling salt on his fingertips

wakes him upright.