Ember Rim

There is eighty to ninety percent flat

black expanse between the pin prick

glisten of the white and gold dot city

behind the beach with an ember rim,

why does it shine so, no necklace of

lights or fire stake phosphorescence

along the coastline, only lapping void

and then I get it, the wing of the plane,

its edge has caught some light of day

inverted, a morning turning in reverse,

not sand but aero alloy - waving hello.