We never saw the pump
that drained the lagoon.
We only saw fish,
drowning as fish.
And when the tide
broke over the sand bar,
the fish rose like rafts,
and there were terns —
so many terns — then the grey
iridescence of scales
under moonlight.
Image: Carlos Galindo on Unsplash
Awesome!
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Thanks much! NH
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callousness epitomized
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Thank you for this, you have the unmatched ability to see through the text for underlying message. I greatly appreciate it!
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Devon, it must mean your poetry speaks to me. It’s my pleasure to read it. You’re welcome!
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Beautifully done!
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Thank you so much. I appreciate your reading and commenting.
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haunting quality to this
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Thank you Annette. You are very kind.
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Haunting indeed. Skilful as ever Devon!
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Thank you, Tom! Cheers.
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