Welcoming Party



by Joshua Trotter







Is this what I've been traveling toward

dodging rocks and reefs at funereal speed?

I see no dish of milk, no welcoming lips

just this beach—palms outstretched—and the abyss

of all I've missed, winking from every bead

on every rain-whetted, wind-brandished blade.










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Hey, thanks for your thoughts and your time:>)

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