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