scout

briny eyes rotate in sockets
as the tide leaves stranded
the dinghy upon jagged rock pools
as good a place as any to disembark
an anemone recoils
from the brush of a boot-toe
as the way is picked pensively
over rough cut volcanic teeth
a crab settles in to a groove
to watch the traveler recalibrate
to the shift of land masses
yellow grass and dark earth
briny eyes rotate in sockets
they have never seen
anything so lovely

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