Poecology

Issue 2

 

 

Sharon Coleman

 

Pedro Point

 
 
 
primal blues turn paler
 
                      sea-lying people wait the surf
                                 lapping salts
                                                      then stand almost
                                                                                   to bending waves
                                           gravitating mottle gray
 
lungs gasp and breathe a second warmth
 
            homes grasp down the craggy hills
                                                         to the water almost