Here we are again, sloshing
Up against the summer
Door with the stony ring
Of notes that lumber

Onto shore, sucked
Down then by lines
Which tuck us
In between the spines

Of anemones that
Catch our light debris
And boomerang it
Back to sea.

March 7th, 1982

Tippet Alley
Redone September 1st, 2003