Still Sturgeon On Sand Morning After Ocean Beach San Francisco Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

Still Sturgeon On Sand Morning After Ocean Beach San Francisco



he'd seen them, caught them
in Lake Superior
described them to her...
she woke on a mid-day morning,
years later,
spit out that mouthful of sand,
shook her head...
when her hand woke,
and
she raised it to rub her seaweed-creased cheek
her fingers left, then returned
to that ancient being...
still, perfect, armor-plated...
having come
from all times
been
and yet-to-be
into a hung-over now
as dead totem
as gift

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Leslie Philibert 29 August 2012

I like this, a modern poem with a good structure and lots of lyrical quality and powerful imagery, good work.

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