Sea spittle

Sun glints through
sea spittle weed floats
like dead girl’s hair
between two buoys
coastguard stutters into life.

Oil tanker and ferry wait
for no man, sea undulates
its curves like the patterns
in my brain I want to call you up
ask you how you’ve been

but death leaves no voicemail
only disconnection & the line
whines an end..

Sunshine over sea spittle
weed like strands of dead girl’s hair
through the two buoys yachts
jitter for a slice of wind
& the seagulls hover fight for litter

raucous voices tint an offshore wind.

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