Some kind of relaxed and beautiful thing
kept flickering in with the tide
and looking around.
Black as a fisherman's boot,
with a white belly.
If you asked for a picture I would have to draw a smile
under the perfectly round eyes and above the chin,
which was rough
as a thousand sharpened nails.
And you know
what a smile means,
don't you?
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I wanted the past to
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I think the images are almost haiku-like although that's not the poetry form that she uses.
And I like that you like her. Now I have someone else to share M.O. with. :)
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