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Seawater, and Ours a Bed Above It

by Katie Ford

 

We wished that if we raked

the sea-carved skeletons from beneath

the house the true soft back of earth

would show a constant bone.

But those same shells trawled from the gulf

held back malarial waters

confused by houses raised above them. Les mer «Two poems by Katie Ford» →