Crystals of blue ocean water
Sulfur smell lingers with salt
White and pink with garters of morning glories
Mixed with the tidal stink
They complement each other-salt and sweet.
A tangle of primrose, dock, vetch
It’s smell a calming haze
Shovels through a tidal stream
The same brown color as the beach
Rise slowly from a billowing elm tree
They float-wings still
By nothing but belief
A distant memory
At its peak
The memory of one makes the other more sweet.