From where I stand
There is the clutter of driftwood all over
prodding in pools for kina,
A truck sprays the scene with ochre dust
the point, one of the endless points,
toughens. The waves float the line
onto the rocks; trading in pattern
for this circle of sand, heaped
of scored hills,
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