Today's poem is by Christian Wiman
Outer Banks (II)
This isn't the end but there's no going farther.
The sea breathes,
a swirl of oil in the water like a need for sleep.
Fetal seaweed, glintless seaglass,
a seagull wrecked in a dune like a plane.
The living cry out as they flee.
One shell the waves won't take.
The intimate distance that it speaks.
Copyright © 2003 Christian Wiman All rights reserved
from 32 Poems
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