Friday, July 8, 2016

Julie McElhone #10 Untitled (Perspective)

This morning 
I stepped into the mouth 
of a crocodile
she descended 
into dangerous and murky water
out through her teeth
I saw monsters go by,
giant ancient swimmers—
I am safe; 
thoughts are fish
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2 comments:

  1. Sarah St Vincent WelchJuly 9, 2016 at 2:12 PM

    What a great end to this poem, Julie. It surprised me, and I like that.

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  2. Efi HatzimanolisJuly 9, 2016 at 6:38 PM

    same here - "thoughts are fish" is true.

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