Tall Tales.
Waves, white-fraying below windy dunes,
gannets diving like bombers on water
pale as green eau-de-nil silk.
Sand, blast-moulded in frilly-ridge heaves
as a seal joins his harem by launching
fat landward as urges begin.
Boat, timber sea-beast nakedly moves
in low breeze, forgotten nose sadly
buried surrenders to salt-kill.
Time, space-given seems fully replete
as poets sit silent thinking of books
a coastline\'s tall tales could fill.