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BUY HERE!

Plenty


On the apex of the spread
of tidal pools your hair
sea anemone on the skin
of a rock dry-swept
by coastal winds.

Gather in naphtha flare clouds
around the balloon,
softened by landscape
the waves boil over each rock,
myriads of barnacles and mussels
open maps to treasures
while velvet crabs scuttle
trailing sand veils.

Limpets cling together,
their underside orange,
sinks behind the waterwall,
my finger buds
a caress,
the waves have reached high rock
and threaten,
anemone winnows hands
with water.


Veronica Fibisan