Sedantics

Sedantics

just inside the breakwater sun startles

parallel oghams, yellows my vision, it

refracts to break down sand

into color blocks as i make wind

bedraggled fish hawks, a sat great blue,

the bridge empties traffic easily.
sea oats, salt-grass, giant cane outside.
we sit acute angles between us. they say

the way of the wolf is in conflict with the

way of man but i hear one behind us, as a

parachute follows drag racers, i hear your

blue prism before the osprey flies.