Bridge & Tongue DepressorsA Poem by Onoma
low tide looks down--as seaweed
washes its hair out. broken bottles blowing glass, to the unclamped chipping of seashells. sludgy sand mixing the reactions of its porridge out of a deep freeze. as June reconstructs the: Whitestone Bridge, out of tongue depressors. glue to ebb & flow-- irrespectively.
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Added on June 8, 2024 Last Updated on June 8, 2024 Author
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