Different everytime


A shore, somedays a dream,
black and silver fish torpedo
thru transient glass

and whales dance.
somedays pounding in
driven by the lows that fury this coast

or bright with waves that come on again and again
and again – so you can barely lungful
before the next

A black plastic lighter in the sand —
thank god it doesn’t work
that’d be too poetic — fire from waters

and a drowned Prometheus further along
a sodden letter tucked into orange overalls
sea bloat, face down, crows already —

just lovers lean into the wind
looking for a place in this wildness
before the rain.

Image: Kevin Dooley And here’s the remarkable Nick Cave with The Ship Song.

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