STRANGE shapes and shadows--
slow tide lapping
over silver sand.
Sea-tangles, and wet
ribbons of black weed that stir and sigh
under the salt wind.
A wan, wild light
glimmering on the fretful fringe of foam
that sparkles among iridescent shells.
Over all,
the soft-incessant sobbing of the sea
that falters not forever—
only weaves
all heartbreak to the rhythm of a song.
