shadow

Poems

Where wind strokes

the beach's sandy ribs and seaweed

tumbles like wild shining

hair. Where pilings glowing with barnacles

reach for passing gulls, shells are

a hundred eyes. Where a body lifts

then surges

in slow, unending waves.

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