Thursday, March 12, 2009

Thursday, March 12, 2009: On the Street….Print Coat, Paris

When the tide ran low, an alien terrain revealed itself.
Slick sticks of sea kelp, spiky green glued to the shelf

Of the lake’s stone walls. Swamplike, otherworldly,
The wet plantlife shivered in air and sun. Jagged, pearly

Clamshells dotted the rocks, bone-pale, ominous.
A bearded man hung a line and hook into this mess.

What did he hope to catch, in that shallow patch of sea.
Some exposed creature, ocean-skinned, unearthly?

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