Along the Coast

 by Ray Greenblatt

No bewitching eyes of seals,
nor intoxicating dolphin songs
          here.
Instead etched inlets,
rounded promontories.
The beach is a shelf
offering unique products:
          kindling
          dead fish
          polished glass
          seaweed.
The sea paints the surf
          gold at dawn,
purple at dusk.
Coastal trees learn the shapes
          of local winds.