PPP Ezine Vol1, Issue 1: Santiago by Richard Lutman

The coil of sea arcs his veins alone on the olive water
Cod break the salty crust
A flip and thrash
Slap slapslapslap Slap
The tub brims
The hooks are his again
Oil scattered rainbows warm his feet.
Gray canvas dips towards docks taken by oranges and pomegranates
He listens,
The bright bodies of fish upon the planks in death.
And he turns unafraid
To watch the clouds scurry into the distant hover of scaly shadow.


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