Charles Darnell (01/19/1950 / St Martinsville, Louisiana)
The spray hits you in the face.
The swells bring the distended belly
Quickly up then settles with a greenish hiss,
Another and another.
You wonder where the long-winged birds
Light for rest.
All is water, all around,
You look out to the horizon
Your only constant
A setting sun
Night creeping up your back
You dare not turn
To see its grin.
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