Low Tide

American Poetry Review, The, Jul/Aug 2004 by Kwiatek, JoEllen

The strangenesses

are plenty

here-up

stalks, roving

the water-mashed

ground. Crabs

& feline

insects, their

trembling is

peripheral.

Huge & close,

the dark blue

sky hovers

like a gleaner's

back, inches from

the marsh. Of

the several

kinds of thought,

two are here:

dwellers &

itinerants hiding, seeking.

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