Awakening Somewhere (poem)

A vacant comber,
Beach gypsy, shrilly-shally 

Along then out of sight

As the heat of the sunrise 

Grows flirting.
The ocean springs up

And rolls out

In continuous eruption 

As to take her back, and

Isolates the rest

With the meanness 

Of a dream.
Garland of the sea’s refuse

Lace of foam, she continues 

The rubble work. Pail of shells

Sand dollar, all the gewgaw 

Of tide.
In silent grasp 

Looking out to the drift of snow,

Shaking head

To clear the sand of sleep,

The salt of my skin.
I put on a sweater,

My hair stands on end

I am electric!

Full of spark,

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