early winter shore

winds blow through a worn and barkless beech buried in receding dunes
what weight is there in hollowness wrapped within a tree?
gray sky clouds drag their shadows where tourists used to stand
where does a shadow go? which color are the pebbles that remain?
what is their number? how are they arranged?
what determines where the grass will grow?
the vertebrae of fish have gone
seagull skulls lay staring
eyeless though feasting on eyes
none of them see
overhead glide high in the wind
echoes of screeching
the slap of waves
draws mountians
on the shore 
one after
another
erases
heels
toes
all
of
it