Como Beach Jetty

So firmly fixed, it shocks to leave;
pelican lifts heavy to soar,
cormorant belatedly on cap
of pylon, its wing-sweep
catching monogram,
your hesitation;
that frisked by sail-light
an opening widens
over wind-cauled furrows—
getting up a head of steam,
dragged back to foam—
to hold you there
and then break up
the bright black boat,
its sail so full of childhood
you dare not let go,
have done with river blood
you can never have,
letters carved long-back,
jetty lost to the squall.