by Sonja Johanson
living so precariously, so easily
undermined by insistence
of water, geometry of swells,
frequencies which could lift
a saltbox as easily as a boat,
fog that would hide the banks
for days, still you loved that spare
island, the barnacled rocks were
as your heart, fish your children, dark-
skinned oaks your company. Why
should these have been taken from you?
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