The Jaw Of The Ocean Poem by James McLain

The ruby red eye, when does it crest?
Floating by comes with a wave.
And the foam as the sea grass has against grapes.
Ridding the baby sea horses are smaller green turtles.
And with is change does it shape as the lips.
Soft is the tone of the tongue as it lifts
the wind sings as leaves move off through the trees.
The jaw of the ocean is smoothed off deeply
and watching, I set as the sun.
the cut continues to bleed
the cut is longer than a half-inch
the sun is but a orange speck
there is possibility the cut effects the sight.
or the wound is to deep to swim out of,
the currants eddy there, I like you, swirling.
bending off to the left over the cloud free horizon.