ON A FOREST FLOOR

The Hawk Beach 8:11pm

There were three loose dogs

on The Hawk Beach tonight

so I turned South West

toward The Drowned Forest —

The Tide was out revealing

an extended array of ancient stumps

haggled in rock weed

twisted roots of prehistoric origin

continuing their grope through a sandy bog bed —

I came past the mysterious line

of purposely positioned stalks

to where an outcropping

of larger mangled trunks mingled

with the off-shore boulders

and I sat upon a square white rock

to write as The Sun went down

behind