Seaweed

Patron of the sea,
you turn every piece
of driftwood into song
and, like the conger eels

gnawing the pier's welted
legs, turn saltwater
into poetry that froths
when it hits toes and fingers.

Patron of the sea,
how you cockle the words
I write, how you make them float.



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