PERSON’S OCEAN BY NATALIE SHAPERO
Close enough I have come
to a gull on the beach to glimpse
its pencil-yellow feet, burnished
with black like the rail
in the firehouse. Close enough
I have come to see how
the conch is not my spirit
shell; the conch is truly me, hey
stupid pink turned-in thing thrown
away by the water and bearing
the water’s noises. Close
up to a person, you always can
hear the ocean, but it is a person’s
ocean: not the lisping of tides,
but the gnash of the boat
wreck, drag of the purse seine,
ping of the black box, muteness
of the oil-undone bird.
me gusta! que tengas un buen día, Montserrat!
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Muchísimas gracias Jörg! que tengas buen día tú también 🙂
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