“The Gull’s Nest” (name of travel trailer site, West Beach, Galveston)
The hoary palms enclosing it lean leeward,
shoved that way by the bulldozer gales of hurricanes.
Ever so close to the Gulf it looms, brandishing its decks
for bleaching by the blistering fire of sun, moon, and stars.
Near sundown the wind dogs prowl, howling,
dogs of raw salt gnawing its metal like fresh bones.