The Ecphorizer

High Tide, Half Moon Bay
John Welch

Issue #25 (September 1983)

Deep in the nap of your jacket
my fingers are roots
clawing away from the wind,

a moderate gale
working the waves
as a plane blades wood.

It stiffens our hair
batters the gulls
rips the top off waves,

the shavings of sand and spray
that curl up together
blond and raw in the sun

Only to fall, all drift and dust,
a film on the grain
of the backs of the waves -

It's us, you said,
in the end, that's us,
scraps of land and sea. 

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John Welch

Massachusetts poet John Welch has had his work published in numerous little magazines, including Gargoyle and Urthona.




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