That which isn't burned
in the conflagration of the sun
strike prayer flags upon the sand
castaway shirts for banners & pennants.

Castaways come up from the surf
swinging their castaway shirts and poles
poling in their driftwood harvests
like Cranley, in the cranberry ponds.

The sun broke loose from its flotilla
drifting aimless on the sea
look, and watch it signal green!
Oh! it's gone down for the third time!