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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Friday, December 21, 2007
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