bay bed

sun
has marbled the water
into mosaics

patterns on the sand

fringe fronds
from decaying seaweed
wriggle
for a moment
as a wave heaves

while the fry-fish
spread before us
scattered by vibrations
when I splashed my foot

churned the sand

the waves
keep come-and-going

sh-sh-sh
hush and hush

wash golden clean
this bed


© Frank Prem, 2017

March 2017 Poem #13: wind-jig day

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