there in
the sand, withered fingers dug and found
the charm,
worn smooth with shore depth’s rotten
time, and
rising on skeletal knees she stumble-flees
in
tumultuous scramble, face filled with centurion wrath
heart
swelling upbeat-enable to cast the key into calm seas
before her
as she sinks into depths that claimed her lover
in the year
of thirty eight, and roiling, reconciles her vowed revenge
