Sea Horses Seen From the Comfort of a Beach Front Cafe

With the manes of wild orphaned horses, They nuzzle their sand-children, silted-in The worrisome surf, spitting out their cries For moon-lit mothers tit Then, too long on the belly of the livid beach, They quick disperse, to reef and littoral Lava shelf: all this seen from wooden chair By author’s pen, which… left to rise and roll And rise and fall… describes the scene (then leaves his period on the page).