The sea draws a second horizon, turbid
spill revealing the river’s strength and reach,
compost of salt and iron in suspension.
Terns are crying, hunting in waters
submissive to darkness, a mob hounds
one with a fish, their lungs scratch the air.
The sea draws a second horizon, turbid
spill revealing the river’s strength and reach,
compost of salt and iron in suspension.
Terns are crying, hunting in waters
submissive to darkness, a mob hounds
one with a fish, their lungs scratch the air.
