earth note 78

stock island’s mouth to the atlantic
makes the whitecaps hiss and spit out
those oily-centered hulls
hunks beached in the shallows
like a witness to a tropical
sun storm blowing to the inlet
the brush green bottom
quivers with black manta ray
let’s heave the paddles upright
cut the wind
search and find forgotten rainbows

--- e b bortz