Tidal Girls Poem by Daniel Norton Smith

Tidal Girls



Like diggers' teeth against the sea.
Upright. Proud. Vain.
Crashing women against the break
Rust me.

Slow speed ahead.

We want to break and drown
in dizzying foam.
To fall a league and pull
up God beneath a green sea stone.

Lie happy broken fang.
The job's over. Done.

Look pearly white and milky,

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