The surface of
the
inland sea
smooth
appearing off-white and like
the blue
pale
of
robins' eggs,
millions
fast ened
togeth
er
and
teeming
with gaps
and cracks,
mouths feeding
on
oxygen;
and
all to keep
a float a
wrinkled top hat
steam boat,
rims
curled
in
ward
to
satisfy weary seabirds.

I
crescent
the staring moon
by squinting,
and
hail
the
wav(e)
ing
hand
of an
ignorant friend
trespassing
the risen
crest
of the
edge
of
the
surf.