#Poem This Morning

Wandering boot-heels
crunched cockleshells,
razors and mussels.

Shoes and toes
and paws
printed the tideline.

Cracks of twiggy
driftwood blended
with slips and pops

of bladderwrack.
A souvenir oyster
-shell ashtray,

an oil-drum
A mono community

of crows and catchers
got the try-out
of my new 8×42

but the sun
was low, in my face.
I didn’t register

the lack of wind –
not until now,
three days later.


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