high tide Richmond, Virginia
yonder grass and dirt and foam green bite white curling teeth overturn the breaking brisk of waves on crashing rocks/hail herald, drunken moon with sunken eyes watery and wet the captain wipes the drool from his lip, rummages from the woodworked pines, grabs the mast and drags the sails northwards towards the wind/set sail off to softer shores, cooler breezes, and lighter touches ... more
