By the Seawall
Broken rocks, concrete, rammy waters,foam seeds, furls, starbursts, rosettes,the storm inside the sea, inside out. The crows’ dainty feet, tapping the stones,don’t alight long enough for me to writethe complete…
The Words
When they were young, tender-tough, exposed,desiring experience but not knowing they desired,words lived in small dense neighborhoods as soundswithout meaning, but street smarts shaped theminto a kind of plainsong that…
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