The Sea God
My floors are still wet
from when you came out of the water,
dragged yourself up from the shore,
came into my house.
The floorboards are briney as beards,
sun-bleached
and craving attention.
I’ll wait for the tide,
a thing by which to measure
the distance between water
and land.
Annnnnd, something not-mine, which I love:
The Red Wheelbarrow
By William Carlos Williams
So much depends upon
A red wheel-barrow
Glazed with rain water
Beside the white chickens.
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