Cold and closed, each green
tidal lull lingers over rocks.
A line of pelicans heads home.
Before you arrived, days passed slower.
Th salt-grass, the anemone
blossom in cycles set up by the moon.
I wait like a spring tide.
Photos will prove changes
happen in increments.
Birds wait for sand *****
limpets, littoral fish.
You practice naming each in order.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
Cold and closed, each green
tidal lull lingers over rocks.
A line of pelicans heads home.
Before you arrived, days passed slower.
Th salt-grass, the anemone
blossom in cycles set up by the moon.
I wait like a spring tide.
Photos will prove changes
happen in increments.
Birds wait for sand *****
limpets, littoral fish.
You practice naming each in order.
