'Alarm,' by Jim Davis-Rosenthal


S H O R E L I N E
Robert James Berry




The long drawl of the tide scrapes on the shingle


A wave picks at the pier's rotting ribs and teeth


There is a strut of ragged wood that


Ants have hollowed like woodpeckers


Left bloodless on the sand


A broken blue buoy


Hanging in a skein of broken nets


And one weary afternoon fisherman who


Paints with his slow brush


A green and red guardian


For the hull of his boat



"Shoreline" ©1998 by Robert James Berry

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