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Free Verse
Seal Bay Cove
dark shapes
on glassy water—
ships without sails or flags
bobbing before they
transmogrify into
serpents with
glassy cats' eyes
their echoing barks
fill the sound
a somber melody
to the creak of tall timber
and the hush of turned leaves
the beach sizzles
and froths with the tide
and still the shapes stay anchored
slapping the water
with their mottled flippers
their mossy hides dull
in the sunlight
they sail
by late afternoon—
small round heads
surfacing every so often
before disappearing altogether
returning when the sun's warmth
spreads throughout the cove |
