DEBORAH
P KOLODJI
Below Sea
Cliffs
New pools, new worlds,
left by receding waves.
Cormorants fly by,
black shadows overhead,
as the gray sky grows.
New pools, new worlds,
left by receding waves.
Cormorants fly by,
black shadows overhead,
as the gray sky grows.
As foam returns, rising, rising,
I sink into my tide-pool ocean.
Limpets become boulders
and I scramble with the hermit crabs
for shelter.
sudden storm—
the words of our last
argument
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