Sea Legs (and the many lives of trees)

There are harbors that collect stories,
sailors that throw bottles,
trees that know fates and bodies
and how boats and boundaries
craft themselves.

-development then becomes,
salt lined piers,
growth rings
sweating on the thighs
of fallen giants.
They are bewitched by abstraction,
splintered by their keepers,
forever hounded by ghostly young fish,
who circle mindlessly,
caring nothing for mnemonic devices,
natural history, or physics.

Seadogs are:
mariners, mermaids,
morphs of light.~