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                    Green sea-hair clings to black rock, slick
                                                            from its recent birth
          into cold air. Death floats
                                          easy as a plastic plate

 through dream. Black leaf, seaworn coal. Phantom Panthalassa fish

               (call her Aeduella, Ancient of Days),

      scans water/wind lines with my eyes: first inside the last,
                                          predator and prey, hunting the patterns.

     Crow sharpens his beak, stabs a mud seam. Here,
                        a smooth black stone, shape of a tongue. Sculpture

                                         of a word from the long dead...

Christien Gholson  | Tidal Flats 2
Contents | Mudlark No. 63 (2017)