Bay Lyric Poem by Jeffrey Quattlebaum

Plaster and caramel candy clown and fortune teller heads
salt water bluefish on a double jig running but the plastic leaving
the hook mouth your luck run out but somebody's eating good
chicken legs on a string and a plastic bucket crab dream
little flippers and fat orange bellies throw them back too hard to clean
dead man, what is this dead thing? a crab's soul? is that what kills you?

the sand like sharp shells broken beheaded and washed on my feet
taking it back giving it again but every time it is different
smooth and cut rough or not it is the choice of the ocean
it rolls and gives and takes away leaving treasures and then
taking them back to be shaped and thrown away one more time
and again until small enough to be a sand castle soldier
armies building strong not pretty the minutes in the floor of identity
only aspire to be the diverse magnum hand of the old mother sea
dont forget she shapes and creates the time and seasons
she can touch you and destroy it all with a gentle soothing hand.