Driftwood disgorged
against tide shakes
loose bits of live algae
(backward bend
of logged girth floats
waist up face down)
Surfaces juggle shine
recalling what light
adds depth and contour
(rolling beach, razor
wire, railyard presets
cement walls)
Kiss the (blood)laved rocks,
of shore, salt water on
their breaths taste
of years.
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