Church Ope Cove

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Tethered kelp shakes
angry algal fists
at boy racer waves

reaching for shore.
Slow-time tides beat
lunar tattoos.

Oil black mackerel
taunt the shore bound;
Slick and shifting.

Wind whips; lips chapped;
horse-tail salt slaps.
Breathe in brine.

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