Nomi Shira

In the blasting concrete that shatters at sea,

In life’s coral cyclones that stardust underneath,

Blasting horizons in the pseudo welcome,

In its speaking of own language hit with concrete riptides, 

In roaring of the earth relaying its own soft ripples,

Cancun thunders tornados whirlpools, blasting waves shoot into earth,

When I saw blue –

In the foreign expansiveness of the crystallized corals,

Butterflies bursting from cyclones below shore.