Nightsun

Carol Frost

Sandpiper

Pillar of salt then the spell reversed: vowels

moistened in the mouth: tone of hurry::

in the distance weird bubbling whistle

bububu-hLeeyooo: Febru Febr-uary ooo:

How it is to be that happy and unafraid:

now here alone rocking on the winter wave

hull dead bumping the shoal: wrists cold:

casting reeling in mind cold nothing not

for days: palm roots hold more movement:

until like Euridyce's head and shoulders come

into view something stirs water pearls on the line

fish nudging: I could weep for joy.