Wednesday, December 20, 2017



Early Morning

Sometimes
A full moon contradicts itself
And gives clarity, not illusion.

The mid-tide is so still
That its water reflects
Both the clouds and clear sky above.

Three student sailboats sit up straight,
Tied to a square of pier.
The bows point forward,
Up, and out to the open sea.


--Liz Ciampa, 2017.

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