Sunday, October 1, 2017

On Fernandina

by Elizabeth Kuelbs

There is still
celestial light
sparked breaths ago
and the slow wet rock
that holds life from fire
a seal who sleeps with
squid in the mouth
her agouti fur alive
with quick-tongued
lizards who dance
death to the flies
who would
sting her
until they
too surrender
to sun.

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