DENIS M. GARRISON
mud hens and muttering geese,
give up their plumes and down
for the angles of our necks,
for dreams of flight
that transport our clayfoot days
beyond the featheredge of night.
Coast, surging sea
Is opaque, iron-grey.
Secretly swim whatever fish
There be.
Copyright © 2000 by
Denis M. Garrison

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