Eye of day piercing light blinds the singed brow
clouds skulking away from the shroud
of moon rinsed by ripples of dawn
sport of circling tides swoop drown-dangling
star splinter that driftwood fault
that wind tastes
avian seaweeded sift and glower
squeezed paths push light cut
between the slight bruise of night
scour spray of dawning
burrowed the creasing flow
that the morning tide must tow.