Each new wave, breakers

Scumbling the wide prospect, the beach framed

In weak wash

But tides skew perspective, salt swathing

Keystone perpendiculars, the built environment

The law of storms invalidates

Upper storeys—floorboards, scooped-mullion bays, glass

Hazy as summer recollections, all, crazed

And twisted, the sea greater than these, the house

Hung in rain

Time eats the world, the day as it is

And the day to come