Sea Glass
The sea is glass today
broken glass sharp, silver shimmerings with latte foam
Khaki green slithering up the strand leaving venom pools
making a milkshake of poison by sticking a blender
into the magic mirror.
Sea Foam
Seafoam tumbling
down the beach like tumbleweeds
crossing highway 4
blowing themselves
out with the friction of sand
disappearing in
the roar of a freight train
waves with gravel fingers
raking the tideline
until the foam builds
piling clumps in the bone-
yard of deadwood left
by storms like Kansas
weeds caught in barbwire fences
Serendipity
The tension of salt
mingling in a dance
with fresh water
The Rogue into
the Pacific with seagull
beggars, flirting
seals, slinking under
waves to hide and seek
while vultures wheel
and watch, waiting
for the moment of perfect
Serendipity
the osprey losing its
grip on the dog salmon
Two Corbies
Two corbies perch ‘long
bloody log in a boneyard
of driftwood, dining
on seal pup eyes, rattling white
bones bare in the sea of wind.
Barbara A Meier has spent the last four years living on the Southern Oregon Coast, inspired by the ocean environment surrounding her. She retired from teaching this summer and hopes to find time to travel and write. She has a Micro Chapbook coming out this summer from Ghost City Press. She has been published in The Poeming Pigeon, TD; LR Catching Fire Anthology and The Fourth River.
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