Ways of Reading

The kettle belly rolls
Working, As the sea moves
Outside the kitchen window,
Delivering news, uniformly and precisely on time.

Washed up boots and sea-green bottles
Welcome the daily tidings:
Alphabets for anchovies,
Love letters for larvae.

The wind is Mercury
It has eyes to ride the waves,
Reading them back to the Gods.

And what news!
This earthen sea scroll still wet with hasty ink
Transposing dialect onto the bottom of my cup:

“Low tide, tea leaves
And a message for Joanne.”

 

 

 

 

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