a cross-eyed gull, wary to share
flips a crab onshore and dines with glee
caliche cliffs hover, press the beach’s swelling
nudging her out as a sea broom flips foam
my moon sail set
I’ll soon subdue this near blue
and sail to Madagascar
to dine on the exotic and new
I’ll billet in the belly
of some sea monster
bolt away and alight
on that distant shore
a nostrum, a boon
but the midday is gone
I return to my bridle
one more afternoon, a weekend reprieve
I then will walk
this familiar sand
shouting now “Godspeed”
and wrench away
landlocked no more
plowing waves seaward, tendrils trailing
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