slithering over seaweed
and crunching
over shells
he boot ends a coil of rope
toes over a rag of net
- a old beachcomber
under a setting sun.
A solitary cormorant
flaps purposefully
westward
- an outgoing pterodactyl.
What the old man will take
from Forlorn Point
Is the taste of a wind with salt
on its breath
and the splash of the swell
on the rocks.
