Low tide

rough pink cat
tongue licks
last flesh
from flounder bones

red sun sinks into mud

2.

Mackerel sky
promises rain

flounder promises
fish on Friday for
Cape Cod Catholics

3.

Fred floundered through philosophy
searching for a god hidden
in dusty piles of words

flounders float through dim water
eyes pointed at the light

4.

Hurricane winds
shake the house
hurtle stones against the door

the child cries
buries herself in her mother’s
warm white bed

remembering the chaos of creation
the flounder
buries itself in white
sand and waits

5.

Forty flounder fillets swimming
in white wine
on waterford crystal

four finger bowls
four lace doilies
four windsor chairs sit
at the white linen table

Christ fed thousands
with one
fish