January Gulls
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In January, over the harbor,Gulls remember summer daysIn voices creaking
with ice. Bereft of mussels and minnows,Long beaks pry all afternoonAt the
belly o...
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
The Beauty of the Ice
The beauty of the ice has everything to do with where water gathers,
and how it cracks.
Gammon's Pond and West Quoddy Bay, Nova Scotia
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beauty,
cracks,
heavy-handed metaphors,
ice,
water
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thin skins -- so fine and frail.
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