Pale surface of a sea at minus tide. It is large and its light is rich. Picks out in bright jags The crust-like foam which rims Low-lapping crests easing shoreward. Fur of the fl ank of a black-lipped Samoyed Which is standing there quietly. The light is shaping Itself to perfection onto the contours of The strong legs of the girl who owns the dog. Dabbles her toes in the thin ripplings Of the backwash; head down, mind elsewhere. The light Smooths itself with a fi nishing intensity Over the fi gure of a crippled girl: She is laughing politely while she shrinks |