there sails the carolien
on top of the atlas mountains
a button casts off
a small gaff of the senses
from the seawall
westkappelian
crystal-clear
sea-salt-tasting
light
flashes
rod red
the upcurled freckle
the hair-tempting mouth-comb
shining with
words
of shell
along roadsteads
docked
on high tide