A Partial Taxonomy of Waves

Waves that prostrate themselves to the sand; waves, green-winged and foamless, arching like dogfighting swallows; moonless waves that engage stars in a game of mirrors; waves that can only lean toward the sun and purr, like Venus flytraps; waves that don't look back, messengers for undertows; waves that solve the riddles of the earth's elliptical calculus; under certain circumstances, waves stealing children from incomplete sandcastles to deliver them, unmolested, like milkmen; uxorious waves; brackish waves, found gathered around mangroves, plotting or having tea; waves that worship the osprey as their queen; waves that spill like a dropped glass of Margaux, long-legged and furious; sunburned waves that blister with foam and desire for shade; clear, pink-tinged waves, favorite of the Portuguese Man O' War; black waves lulled to sleep to wake, years later, unable to recollect their dreams; on cloudless days, red waves in all their glory; waves of the cricket song, minor but pervasive; mathematician waves, backs broken over the golden section of a conch, measuring with a compass, threatening unspeakable violence; waves with mullet slaloming rolls of foam like silver dollars spilling from a thief's bag; waves that go; waves of the shark, diamond-sharp, that warm your toes; despite their loyalty, waves that gleefully abandon themselves to treasonous pleasures; repenting waves that tell no one; boiling waves and their preposterously slow ascension; waves that bemoan their inevitable progression; Klein blue waves scripted by lines of ruby seaweed, cavorting electrically; waves slapping the sides of ferries; waves of cold currents along the under-faces of cracked seashells; waves that prefer to be spectators; waves of gold and smoke.