Poems -
Island
2018-07-02
2018-07-02
limp fingers into
foamy seawater like
an isthmus into
the cantabrian sea until
they become encircling
arms in the rising
tide - squeezing off
continental contact.
Along with martens, goulish goats and the rippling fen -
these writings 1993-2023
by Bob Murry Shelton are licensed under
CC BY-NC-SA 4.0
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