Sunday, March 25, 2012

At the Edge

Clench
eyes, claws, all
Whipping tidal storm expands
Flying grasses, garbage, I
Heave through sandy sky
Blown back and sideways in
Bedraggling, bewildering white cold rage
Rip my raucous call away then
Plummet into ground
Entanglements of sea snake
Tangle, strangle, wings at bay
Snap tendrils of weed, and break them
Half-bury in driftwood shards
Remnants of fragility and feathers
Screams of arctic air embrace
Quicken, drive,
and spin away.

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