Reviving the Bay
Cold crashing splashes wash dry black mud, hiding
smoothed stones
and edible quahogs.
No buried treasure of gold sovereigns or pop cans or
milk bottles
for return appear.
Incessant destruction of towering cliffs
reveal the ancient sages
and distressing winds.
A solitary harbour seal wanders in from Atlantic waters
seeking shelter from forceful advances
and perhaps a chance to sleep.
© 1999 Surrey, BC
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