wave crests
sunken brown
tsunami crashes
into shores
of wall
Unfurling
green stola blows,
her fixated copper
like dandelion fluff.
Right arm, half staff
left armed
July memories
– ancient libertas.
fenced sea wall
batters and splatters
repels
She takes off pointed crown
picks up broken chain – fraud
of the shattered shackle.
Hadn’t she moved forward
some? Her own mom’s offering
coming undone.
barricaded mothers
and caged alien
floods
Her robes evanesce
torch trails to a wisp.
Maybe she’ll waft south
rekindle, or jump
into the Harbour
and sink
or swim
home.