Written by Cheryl J. Long Saturday, 31 January 2009 18:06
Pilings sit in the fog
Like loose teeth in the mouth of the ocean
Homeless specters worry loose boards
And wade in unbroken mist
Birds pick at colorless features
Hearing ripples they can’t see
Sleeping in gray silk
Jetties fall off into broken arms
That carries in rocky bosoms
Cheryl J. Long
This poem originally published on January 31, 2009.
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