The beachcomber …

I followed footprints on deserted sand,

one track at a time,

to see where they might lead me

along the high-tide line ..

A phantom beachcomber walked ahead for me to follow where he led

to see what ghostly treasures I might find among the flotsam left behind..

White shells of clams now corrugated fans lay lifeless on the shore

amid the drying sea-wrack strewn and the soft wind sighing.

I found no oyster with a pearl opalescent in the light

uncovered by the retreating sea

nor the one who walked so soundlessly out of sight ..

but then I saw those prints again beyond the rock pools

leading to black mussel beds beside a bleached boat hull;

and there my spectre came to life :

for I had found a Great black-backed gull, like a fastidious gourmet, feeding … .

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