St Malo
a tall blonde, white plaited with salt
all elbows and knees,a new menhir
on a guilded stage of
tidewash and wind,crouched under
a sky of ovens and red brick,
serious and wide-eyed
before a sandring that loses
its smile as the sun drowns;
the sea turns to black.
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2014
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