Donald Meikle Poet I do not know?

Playing Catchup

Tide slurps wet kisses on weed slimed stone jetties
The wind slaps sandy fine grit into salt dried eyelids

And the sun shines on

Gulls scream challenge as clams dig spurtingly deeper
Shells roll and tumble wave dancing on flowing sand

And the sun shines on

A white line jet outruns its trailing breakdown
As a crab scuttles sideways into sheltered shade

And the sun shines on

And the waves have no end
Echoes of moon tugs on wind oceans 
Racing to catch and match 
The spin of gravitational fire

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