in the ocean where I took her,
she was early beyond the breakers:
from the probing waves that tempt,
foaming in the pleasing salt,
she was fractious in the spray.
somehow trapped in sea glass tides,
I could only hold the strand-
abrade the grains of fingered beach
to ease her drowning image
from my cloudy sail of hours.
oh sea! oh beach of swelling seasons!
she clawed an eight piece scuttle
in a season strewn with minor wrecks:
far into sunlight the waterless ocean
carelessly lapped its bony diet.