Today's poem is by Myronn Hardy
Boats mean we exist.
Water is everything. May it break
on soil sculpt perfect specks.
Turn this place jade as leaves. Break
over stones smooth palms no
rough work only paper. Colorless salt
knows color cerulean rising in rays. Shells are
the truth. Listen carefully close
to the ear there are bones everywhere.
Copyright © 2008 Myronn Hardy All rights reserved
from The Headless Saints
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