Rae Desmond Jones #2 - C

C

When you look out, you c
Nothing but a wave
Of curling consonants
Rising as they move closer
Each one roaring its sound

But c will reach further
Than the untidy others
As she pulls her hook
Huddling within her wave

Until she breaks & shatters
(Losing breath & spreading
Her fingers along that
Ribbon of frightened white
Sand ...