Snow sea

Water lapping slush
pushes potent on pebbles
out to sea fishing boat moans
& the moon glowers down
ill at ease.

I met a man today
walking on this frozen shore
windswept words we talked
of myriad things like oyster shells
and mermaid songs.

Sand banks lurk just
under the flood: seals bask
in January sun, we wait in limbo
dream of another beach
a midnight sun.

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