and amber rivulets of water running to the bay,
bass boat, beached, cormorant
clamming at the first silver light, and compromise,
a dark dolphin leaping
against the day, and do-si-do,
eating the echinacea,
the full brazen moon baring
itself above the seafood boil, and guts,
the horseshoe crab, upturned, swarmed
by an ecstasy of ants, the itch,
the stunted junipers, whose roots,
here, grow tangled,
and kelp sullying white sand,
lava that eons ago formed the boulders
the surf now washes over, and the men,