Friday, December 21, 2007

Shine by Sommer Browning

after May by Rufo Q posted on November 27, 2007

The tin glints and someone shouts
Alleluia. A fish bone dislodged,

a shopping bag
thick with swallowing. What tours

with you?

Mussels weaved to freighters,
sea pasted in the captains’ eyes.

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