Coffee black mud,
rich in the company
of bleached
crustacean shells,
slick kelp whips,
and flickering sea lice;
a rubber boot
remains entrenched
A stumble
of prophetic curses
leads to the parliament
of quack grass
and the security
of lethargic hills
The tide will be in soon;
the sentinel drowned
beneath salt water flows
Unresolved, a mystery remains
Elsewhere, a meaning lost

© Christopher Raine