on the beach, and up above along the twilit herringbone promenade, the stiff
stolid lamp disks, slogging ahead hour after hour the rubber

boots, how they rise steeply otu of the slope, rusty ankles
in the exposed border wire. The right foot Polish, the sell-by date
missing. The left

a hook, that was my child. It ran
zigzagging, poured

through the wire, I saw ten toes
walking

on the water

translated by Andrew Shields, 1998