Moisture Becomes Us
birds are languid
in this air damp
like the ocean
the rain outside
rattles and taps;
in the chair
the glottal cat
eaves drip here,
in Spain, and everywhere
deep in a cave
a large drop fills
languid, without meaning;
fallen-away cares
--Ellen Skagerberg
Bay St. Louis Triptych (Mississippi)
daredevil seagulls
dive into saltwater
mercury Gulf
post-apocalypse
mud-orange oil at the waterline
flies on catfish
ocean morning
turning sideways to the wind
the great rushing recedes
--Ellen Skagerberg
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