EEL
by Robert James Berry


 

  Wind bowls up surf

  Sand glass sharp

 

  Shelter under these knuckled boles

  Watch cloud savaged open ______

 

  After the storm

  delicate red feet

  pick to the ocean's musselpools

 

  Wade

    Down

      into the rubberbrown arms

        of sea plants

 

  Salt garments of the drowned

    Clutch rocks

 

  Eel

    stonegrey, a ribbon of gut

      Sees

 


Published August 13, 1998
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