Did you see that face,  She asked

pointing back with her thumb.  it was

cold and forced as the tide, reluctant

to kiss the beach.


Maybe because she’s tired

or this job isn’t fun

maybe it’s pain


running down her face and

stopping at her mouth,

breathing out in twisted turns.


at the bottom of the sea

the light doesn’t reach

and the tide doesn’t see


to refresh and bring life

again, against the strange

weather at the surface.


20 Nov 05

From “Where the Fence Line Runs”