Notes About The Poem
Mudjin Harbor Tombolo, Middle Caicos
In a Hollow Between Waves
Thinking
of you,
of a time
before the blood of grapes,
in tides of red,
erodes
the tombolo*
of us.
Wondering
if the past
in the future,
flowing over
like a disordered rogue wave,
deposits swashmarks
in the sand of me.
*A bar of sand joining an island to the mainland.
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