tide lashed out with twisted gray fingers
grasped for purchase on the rock strewn shore
curled its nails into the sand, dragging back the land
life that escaped its silurian clutch
sodden corpses of honeybees that flew too far
stingers pointed out of the sand
like a thousand tiny anti-personnel mines
a half eaten seal hollowed out by wind and gulls
bright polyethylene ribbons
a faded towel
tangled cords of kelp
under assault
the maw of the mother
pulling pulling pulling
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