of the storm has
passed leaving
tide marks
on the ground curved
acorn husks shelled
nascent insides bared
oakweed fronds
crusted salt rime shine
sand & shingled tracks
rivuleted
ebb of rainwater slow
soft drift inlets
opening currents
sweeping forwards
displacing pebbled paths
tossing driftwood seeking
flow of foam break of water
the way the ocean holds us
bird boned light
