A
seal skin glints on tides of froth
by
lofty jet crags that rise as spires.
Don's
old skiff wails; iron surf rams wood
the
fish robe winks; his rapt heart glows.
He
primes a net to seize his prize
the
selkie folk bark; rocks wince and crack
a
svelte girl sings; her raven hair sways
it
pins Don fast; she hurls him deep.
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