Today's poem is by Annie Boutelle


Like a cormorant, sharp
head cocked back, beak
aimed at the sun, I ride
the surge of his presence
and forget the unseen
haul of all that lies
beneath the paddling feet.

Copyright © 2005 Annie Boutelle All rights reserved
from Becoming Bone
University of Arkansas Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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