Breakfast in the Tidal Cool

Breakfast In the Tidal Cool

The sea, she wore her autumn greys
of light and depth and shading;
I bowed an inquiry-she acquiesced; I was welcome by her side.

A brine-washed rock, my mossy perch 
to join at table—the gull and loon,
both dipping down to break the fast of night.

Kimberly M. King

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