around
a bough a tow
knows a little riddle
lithely sand talks-around, sounds about
awry
among
than ocean now under-sounds about
alike Sienna suns
alike broken
I knows
I can almost see beach
almost breathe underneath
the riddle of an undertow
almost
make it
to next-and-next exhausting wave
just lithely nonsense, more
Sienna sun-
rises