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Chair
Waits as things do to be used or cared for as table or stool, wedged under a knob—when a lock isn’t enough, placed by bedside of dying or dance a bride in the air waits—for anything it can handle.
Sea Light Drains
past sieving barnacles reaches periwinkle-fringed scallops filtering particles on grass floor. story of breathing in, keeping what is necessary returning what isn’t arriving leaving through a shared carriage. like the story of my pores, sponging air my bi-valve nostrils lungs reliable bellows. some days porpoise finned, sun-refracted laughing air, others— transparent jellyfish, shore-stranded soft liquid machinery exposed.
You simply amaze me, the way you are able to take these simple subjects and make them so meaningful and beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing this wonderful gift.
love the sea poem!