The tide line wallows
Trembles, hustles
Jumping terns
Dab their aerial feet
Into a ready-mix of
Old sand castles
and BC life.
Seaweed everywhere
Like wigs on big heads
Resurfacing after a heavy night
with Neptune
at the Atlantis Highway bar.
Jerry Pike
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