Poem 2 - After the Storm

Dead Man’s Fingers, codium fragile, Bladderwrack, Mermaids Purses, rows of red algae, a torn sting-ray lying atop a clump of bio-stuff, mollusk innards and pellets of sea sponge, and here and there, glints of sea glass and mussel shells feigning pearlescence, the dog ignores a ball, a Frisbee, a stick, following his nose from one heavenly stink to the next . At the end of the day it's what’s in your pocket: stones shaped like crooked hearts, the worn blue glass of a bottle top thrown overboard in another century.