Tag: mussel

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  what sound would surface near the sound 
  near the end of winter’s statement 
  the iced-over suns unmoved gulls
  chase gulls for morsels of mussel 
  what sigh from that sharp air what would
  
  we hear if I said no thanks to that junk 
  on the horizon if I could tell what 
  I hid so well do I wait for the cold
  green mornings to split into petals the 
  
  color of what’s buried taking thoughts 
  I would have wasted but what would it sound
  like opening my mouth the way I 
  
  want do I keep carving notes on sheets 
  of ice as herons hide their necks

  November 7, 2025

  gulls, herons, horizon, ice, junk, mornings, mouth, mussel, petals, sound, thoughts

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• what they whisper about his long beach walks counting
  shells shattered pristine empty clam mussel razor

  thus we may inch closer to the secret of his
  much lauded carrot cake muffin smoothie vape cart

  Sometimes just the shine of a new pen the thin tic
  picking up my glasses a cloud now and then and

  a few winter visitors Brant
  Loons Mergansers and Buffleheads

  Though the problem really began in my nose. It
  was a warm, obvious sort of day and I asked

  where do they go and what do they hope to achieve
  hiding behind the instruction to keep the eye

  shut and use that special salve two times a day as
  though the softness of her hands but keep the door locked

  November 29, 2024

  beach, brant, buffleheads, clam, door, eye, glasses, hands, loons, mergansers, mussel, nose, pen, razor, salve, shells, vape cart, walks

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