Woodside

Shells crash against feet
where land and tide meet
Dull grey explosions, the rocks
live where times' heart beats

Crabs scuttle to shore
as the sun begins to snore
Winking over waves until
stars blink on before

ships wreck in the night
Burning satellite
I'm a shark girl- all my dreams
are of blue so bright

you can see for miles
Pebbles glint mosaic tiles
artfully dropped by nature
into starfish piles