She rumbles ashore
Her sea-tired fingers pick through the pebbles
And tumble them all
Each one turned with clackering objection
As she hush hushes
her brooding waters over every one.
White petticoat blooms
And foams as she folds time and time again
Back forth and breaking
Her wringing fingers tirelessly launder.
Sea washes her shore.
“Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Wash’