The Island

This is how I read —

lips mouthing the words,
fingers tracing the lines —

the atlas
of forbidden places.

One time
we made it there
corporeally.

Our island
rose from the sea.

 

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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One Response to The Island

  1. surprisebjg says:

    Brilliant love it :))

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