Long Beach, Hekate

by Todd Jackson

Under dark She rolls the waves.
She is phosphorus curled inside the wave
That has caught light off the pier’s lights that shine downshore.
The waves’ skin grey-black from the sea-floor’s soot, and above,
Grey-black from the clouded Night. The Night-clouds that mass and ripple, Hers,
Not less than the phosphorus glowing, curled inside the grey-black waves.

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