where the bay bends westward
a pincered peninsula promenades
its dawn to dusky sea-side shows
shifting sequences of scenery
sculpted by wind and curling cumuli
groynes rupture crook-backed breakers
wrenching precious grains
from children of the sand castle
and lovers still lying in knots
First poem of the year in 44 words for Quadrille #23 with a Curl
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