The Man On Cape Flattery

Rum bottle nods with sanction on gentle sway The old dog spat snuff juice that took wind Puffins drift below the haze Cape Flattery is no tale Chocolate on a white man, the solitary wile brackish breeze wanders along impressions, dints in a sea chiseled face Heads pressed vigorously to confine what coat resembles beneath salted rags Today he lives as Makah Fair-haired; Stained by sun and sea Brows fall low to hush the truth conveyed by green eyes Sun at high noon jump back from the fluid sapphire The sea, it whispers never a lie Sea lions yap Snuff juice took wind Towards Tatoosh Island rigid draft pushes stares Aged salt grinned at old thoughts A child hugs heavy thighs and bawls It is hard for him to witness What these elements can do to a man Rum Sea, and sun