May 11*

marking time through a windless calm
a steady swell kerfs neatly into the beach gravel

nothing out there to generate such:

perhaps
          ghost ships, far away, tracing endless wakes
          the pulse of gravity
          or the earth,

                    tossing in its sleep

*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.

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