Electric pulse turns
sand to glass.
Salt erodes the
break-line.
Our unchecked
heat devours
clean white sand
now spotted
with refuse–
needles, condoms,
plastic bags,
blackened oily shells.
I gave you depth.
You dredged up garbage.
Storms give weight to water.
While crests lap up
this silent coast
pulling in upon
its shelf.

*Published in the lovely Log II