Killowen

I watched the sea retreat

As joyful rocks came out to breath

Feathers on stilts picked at the leaves

Blue and white shells underneath my feet

And a golden-rose fire

Broken to coins on the water

By the tide and the way she sways

She sways the way she sways my mind

And the cold-bitter salt water

Up to my hips as I stripped to my knicks

Plastic bag in my fist

Muscles tense, I lament

For the poison in the beauty

Our fingertips searched the beach

For smooth stones to skip troughs and peaks

It takes me back to the river weeks

I saved two or three for Daniel Lee

And a golden-rose fire

Broken to coins on the water

By the tide and the way she sways

She sways the way she sways my mind

And the cold-bitter salt water

Up to my hips as I stripped to my knicks

Plastic bag in my fist

Muscles tense, I lament

For the poison in the beauty