Market Day

Market day 

Sea-ribbed from their boat-bellied passage,

Multicolored colts and flickas circle holding pens

Lipping pounded earth for hidden salt, tossing

Tinseled halters with braided tagging collars

Raising voices that claim the world for their own

Black Savior

Footprints in sand. Marinha Grande, Portugal. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The sand beneath the water

Clouds beneath the tread

Of footsteps yet unseen

By the creature not in bed.

An angel of mercy,

A herald of death,

She held a bleeding starfish

In a fragile Dixie cup.

But trees can’t hold back the morning

Nor rocks hold back the tides

And within this epoch of shadow

A fellow creature dies