the gray beach
after the storm
wears its refuse off one shoulder
seaweed bunched and wrinkled
trash bangles all askew
dirt make-up in streaks
tonguing goodbye to the ocean
until the next all-night carouse
yawning
ready for a good brushing and a light bath
rock temples tweaking at the oncoming gull music
Lady Grey Beach
whispers please duckies
just turn it down a little
