Sean Mac Falls


In Our Bed - Poem by Sean Mac Falls

Times tackle on the threads.
We beat the strand seahorse
Dashed, unfurl the curling
Toes, your body twists
In the boat, only ribs
From the spirit waters.
Your fish fins from the net,
My rod pins on the pine
And the hooked meat, your barb,
Reels as it plays the swampy
Moan of the gutted bait.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 26, 2006



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