Hour to HourJoseph MasseyNov 09, 2022162ShareText within this block will maintain its original spacing when published Hour to hour bound by language undone in cold. Speak to keep air moving. Our walk ends at the water: pilings tides sharpen.
bravo!
I can see those tide-sharpened pilings. Very fine image. Also, a poem full of (restless?) movement: air, the water. Very good, Mr Massey.