groovy bonito (or - sarda sarda sumthin sumthin mmm)

there's an ocean without salt
in the flavor of her fresh raw fish
reminding me of moments
far beyond any sushi you could imagine from anywhere

ah, sabor de groovy bonito
y lepista nuda ensalada
con limon y thin thin slices
of daicon or jicama or just that certain smooth flank from Cienfuegos

then later perhaps a homemade tamale
on a plate with savory black beans
not the ones Seymour and Mortimer serve
down at the soul food kitchen but like you'd get in Caye Coco

anon it's time to gift kosumi moves while
shimmering solid as populus tremula towering
above xylaria hypoxylon fingers beckoning
from those supine distant ancestors who've fallen and feed this fungi frenzy

until we and they
decompose
as silent symphs of breath
deplete