Out on the point
In my birthday suit
The pull at the bottom
Of these sandy hooks
And why they furrow
Has lasted at least
Since its breakwater
Has turned to slate
Interrupting a restless rake
In a bas- relief of tides
The sea grass
Cut by distant barks
Rocks in each long cradle
Baby crab nebulas
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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