Black Rock Beach
A thousand angry horses
foaming at the mouth.
Behind them is a haven:
the stretching disc
where grey Atlantic sea
meets grey Atlantic sky.
Elysium.
The beasts reject this refuge
choosing, instead, to face
the obstinate rocks.
One by one, spines twist
and recoil — water, as always,
turning back on itself.
David Huebert works, lives and writes in Halifax. His poetry and fiction have appeared in journals such as Event, Matrix, Existere, Vallum and The Antigonish Review.
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