Sea spittle

Sun glints throughsea spittle weed floatslike dead girl’s hairbetween two buoyscoastguard stutters into life.Oil tanker and ferry waitfor no man, sea undulatesits curves like the patternsin my brain I want to call you upask you how you’ve beenbut death leaves no voicemailonly disconnection & the linewhines an end..Sunshine over sea spittleweed like strands of dead girl’s hairthrough the two buoys yachtsjitter for a slice of wind& the seagulls hover fight for litterraucous voices tint an offshore wind.