POETRY
      Flora Smith — 'Reflections at Coral Bay'

I am that mirrored place
between water and sand,
sculpted by the lapping paws
of small morning waves.
The sea throws back
the day’s shade of sky,
as I sit in dunes
shuffling lines on a page.

I am reflective glass
between seafoam
and tideline.
I watch the day’s footprints,
interpret rainbow lines
and peer into rockpools,
like some old seer
reading auguries.

He dealt in entrails;
I sift sea and shoreline,
struggle over
words
and sand-dunes,
trying to predict
publication.