The Bay
Contributed by W.S. White
The sea suggests
Succumbs
Enlisting surrender,
The wispy status
Disguises the sound of the trump
A foray to the depth.
Linger on the gritty balm
Forget the mourning call
Return to dust and silt
The comfort of treated
Firmament,
There's a commission,
The commitment of briny gales,
Thwarted by wing tipped gulls'
Desperate screams
And kelp rooted to barnacled,
Slippery shale