Dark moon on the water.
Gulls bob like candles
Along the now foam,
Now sand.
Specks peek-a-boo thru
Dunes crested with
Sea Oats,
Stunts of oaks.
Murmur light, lighter
On the water.
Gulls flame into-
Across the sky
Then light,
Stilt the sand.
Claws snap!
Gulls gone...
Gulls snap!
Claws gone....
Eyes peer under
Driftwood.
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