waves roll ever forward
white tumbling fingers gather
greygreen water, fall flat and thin

my wordbody begins
and ends like this

broken, beneath, always opposite,
the blind undertow

something indefinably me pours
back into the deep. red things

scurry sideways, seek escape
like ridiculous clowns
with soft guts and too many hands

Seaside, Oregon

One Response to “seaside”

  1. Fey says:

    I love this. Don’t come back. Or come back and commiserate. It’s hot, muggy, buggy, and Ugggy here.
    With intermittent red things.

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