Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Today's Poem

The Survivors
by Anne E. King

Two Islands grow
off the Virginia shore,
one dilled with men
who carve wooden ducks
for tourists, the other
with horses left by the tide

I'll live on one island
in a wind-gray house
between the salt marsh
and the mainland road.
At night, I'll walk the shore
to search across the channel,
listen for shipwrecks
churning in the foam,
and wait for calm weather:

If my sleep's not filled
with nightmares
of white-eyed horses
swimming for their lives.

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