Broken Covenant
after the storm rain scattered driftwood
starched sands no footprints of what once was
the gossamer blue sails
of man-o-wars
gasping in the sun pieces of broken coral
snapped like wishbones
slivers of tiny fish a filmy green bottle
flickering on the shore
a few reclaimed a torn net
by the ebb
of a wave a lost buoy
a yellow bulldozer heaps of spent seagrass
raking the sand
diesel smoke like incense a snapped fishline
spiraling into the heavens
in the name of the vanished a dead fish
Floating Wolf
