Drying dying in a teeming sea the land sleeps skeleton scattered: rabbit bones brittling white weed grass feathered in wind parchment shells coiled vacant. Yet edging its summer-dry hills the island fringe seeps life: surf grass tide washed green sea lions nosing in weed webs water slugs suctioned to stone. Bones left drying on land its soul has fled to the sea to feast on the livening waters. Kathleen Irace 1976
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Posted by: Jim at November 5, 2004 12:52 AM