for Tamas in Brooklyn

1.

Luxurious antidotes,

                                                phasellus ille,

the sea

                   you
mean to float on is

                                                                coterminous

with her affections

                                          (Coney Island, minuit)

midnight, I see it already, the car

she’s driving

                             down
Ocean,

the stately Jewish houses,

                                                          then shining

boardwalk full of maybes

and far away the curl of moonlight

on the tenth-night wave

                                                   cresting way out there

the way they do,

                                      where
sharks calve and play,

happy hunting, lover,

                                                the
stick-shift

never felt so good, staggered green lights,

a car knows how to go,