Song for the Tide

She lived by the sea

Her hair moved in gusts

that stirred the dead animals

as they moved their plato bones

Her smile was dry

She lives with the sea now

She left her lighthouse behind

along with her red red hair

It is too painful

She has forgotten how to live without the waves

They crash over her like

cymbols

in a marching band of seaweed musicians

Her lips shape words that float out with the tide

Her breath throws seashells at the moon

Her hands search through the sand

She is looking for a rose

All the animals are dead

(they crumbled with their bones)