Winters coaxed this sandspit
From shore and outgoing tides,
In radiant disarray, have returned
Land to the harbor by at least a half,
Leaving mud flats adorned with
Alluvial fans, hump-backed inlets
Sue Cook *Sensitivity warning: violence, gun violence, death, descriptions of blood, graphic descriptions of violence I can’t sleep tonightBabies are in cold storage instead of bedsThoughts […]
First light frosting the tree line, and I close the door
On the rest of the house and leave the need for sleep
To others. At such an hour, with dark still lingering,
The stars blown apart and a waning moon near vanishing,
I’ve become too well acquainted with the dark dialect ...