22. The path The sea is melting into floes. The melt-water softens our dogs’ paws and ice splinters their toes. We tie seal-skin boots they try to flick off. We sled the ice-foot, the belt of shore-fast, until the air is as crass as the water below. The grown is … Continue reading Two Poems
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