Low tide

The lichen-flecked stones Of the bluff's bent staircase Grow green in ragged descent to the tidemark - Bleached shell splinters, Obsidian popweed, Drying in tangles of mermaid's ribbon.

Rippled sand Sculptures the tide's ebbed acres. Sky puddles blur In the salt wind's sweeping. Gull wings arc on the sea's creased mirror, And bloom into spinnakers Of beachball colors.

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