Thursday, October 12, 2017

So we make

So we make
Way through
The brackish
Mouth
Toward a saline
Sentence
The fog-held
Onset breadth
Of winter

The wild walnuts
Are still green
Shaking wet
About their vanes















Tom McGlynn
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