Humid as a silence
The beat of a ship’s turbine
Comes in over the waves
Wind picks up in an hour
Then screams down the coast
Moving sand slides along south
Waves climb each other’s shoulders
To smash anything beach-bound
Clouds bulldoze their way across
And starlight dims, then blacks out
Leaving the air to rip the bushes
Water turns milky black, foaming
Slides back to leave fresh ground
Crabs hug the beach, rabbit-scared
Dump pigeons flit by on sharp wings
They watch me
I watch them
No one around
For miles

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