It is after the long night ends
with its glitter and excess, gulls left
to carouse the trash cans’ filthy cornucopias
The boardwalk near empty,
we trawl the shore, sifting tidewrack
for any memory worth keeping
we trawl the shore, sifting tidewrack
for any memory worth keeping
Stooping for driftwood, a single
velcroed shoe, the grate of a discarded cooktop
rusted into sculpture
velcroed shoe, the grate of a discarded cooktop
rusted into sculpture
You lift a pebble of green glass
too sharp to keep up to your face, then sling
it back into the darkness of waves
too sharp to keep up to your face, then sling
it back into the darkness of waves
