Wave

The wind at kill point
draws water into heaving walls
swollen with weed,
their smoking heads
visible from shore.

Then
hurled from the belly of the sea
the deformed spine of wave
detaches from its host
peeling like a sliver
of molten glass,

looping.
rising,
raining blows
on the depressed water beneath,
tucking itself under the swell
to resurface for a fresh assault.

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