There was never a poem
not about we
There was no ocean
to be sensed
in the fog settling
pre-dawn
There could never be
beauty
without poetry
There is no way to say
we lived this way
without touching words today
looking brackish as they be.
There was never a poem not about we
There was no ocean to be sensed
(in the fog settling pre-dawn)
There could never be beauty
(without poetry)
There is no way to say
(we lived this way)
without touching words (today)-
(looking) brackish as they be.
Painting by Winslow Homer, Looking out to Sea (c. 1881) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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