sleepyonly at night
on the spring tides
in the silk light of water
slipping her over
the mud flats
when they studied why she did it
drifted far beyond her limits
though it made her vulnerable to prey
several theories came
but none swam
at night in a spring tide
in the silk light unsure
of itself
becoming only what is left
after breaking
- selected lines from Sea Holly by Elizabeth-Jane Burnett and Tony Lopez
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