Saturday, December 22, 2012

Maybe A Shift

Are we island tips of cowering seamounts?
On the surface, we contest the submarine facts, decline to plumb the depths.
Our closeness is tourism: umbrella drinks, a lie on the beach, a taste of shrimp.
What if friction means moving toward, like tectons shoving obstacles aside?
Maybe we can archipelago.

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