In the beginning rock was spiked flowers
Then it worked out to a hung marble arch
Catching the sea in its frame like a picture.
One sat down and bent to target the rock
That would carry entire sea in its bosom
With sea hitting it in mother’s playfulness.
The rock was green and mossy in overall
Turquoise sea with diamonds of mollusks
Stuck in body like polka dots on holidays.
A fish jumping man pointed a rock corner
For squatting to catch essence of the sea.
The sea continues tirade against the rocks.