Awake in the backwards wash of summer's unending afternoon, a few, slow children crawl at the curly-headed monster of the sea 5 roaring into fizzles at our feet. Nosing the overgrown, unused scrap land at the shore end of the lapping pier. Nearby, an empty-headed 10 horseshoe crab goes skidding from the hand of a boy who goes skidding after it. At the inlet's ebbing light lies gratified on the sand shelving on a shelf of sea; 15 when the waters race ankle-high on every shore shaking the soft dune grasses intelligence floods the flow.... In the flapping shelter 20 of a blue windbreaker a panting man on a bicycle goes by whirring twin worlds of evil and good. Tonight, the huge, lightheaded paper lanterns 25 of the Kyoto Japanese restaurant toss their planetary, red light back and forth across the wash. Alone and undecided 30 I stand at the rail and look on graffitied rocks painted with the alternating hegemony of a thousand tiny lives and huge nights.
From the collection "Red Bank"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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