stolen poems
Tuesday, July 10, 2018
tide tempest and trial
TEN MONTHS AFTER THE DIVORCE
It is a cave
we can only see
at low-tide,
the moss drifting
like the hair
of drowned mermaids,
the sea-stars
clinging futilely
to the rocks.
Alan L. Birkelbach
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