Wintering
/egrets beached
on a cold day
the color of their wings
almost absent
the color of the ocean
winding in
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abandonment’s barb you stand
on the coast
aluminum scraps
sifting in foam
●
noon moon
dejects the tide
water levels
rise
flotsam in place
a buoy
floats the rope
●
sight inscribes a thought
on the seascape’s
tome
tan grass
in thin wind
smudges the untouched
sky
●
gust of gulls
the motor slurs
mussels grip
the post
water licks
the jetty
clean
it washes
it lashes