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Metamorphoses

what was it this

morning : you said

redgrass glistens

in surf : the pine

board fence collapsed

along the line : after

the storm a kestrel

in headwind : sand

accumulates on your

feet : puckered seal

skin : the salt-washed

flesh : wreckage towing

upshore : when the

gulls came out I saw

them circling in air :

saw them pecking

seals’ eyes from

torn skin : a boy

downstrand rolling

in dunes : I could see

the stomach’s red

wall : the small hairs

on its flippers : blubber

wrenched by shark

bite from the belly’s

swell : later seen

from a dune : black

water : fish spit

pooling : mouth open

enough to see teeth

trailing in sand : his lips

limp : there in

the storm’s wake

I wanted something

to say : the ocean

scraped his insides clean