Jellyfish on Singing Beach
� 2003 by PJ Nights
����our feet owned the sand
filled unzippered coats with a run
before we tripped on the storm
����� last night's �����we�d been in the barn
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a hundred legs, at least, under our feet
translucent legs twisted to G-clefs
next morning calf lashes
sandals sunk in dung
roosters at heels / whose /
~Clamming in Cobscook Bay
� 2003 by PJ Nights
where the maiden sun rises
and deer hooves beat the pines, the atlantic
washes flush to our doorstep
afternoon bares rocky orogenies and mud flats
sweet clams, suction ��our fingers
on razor edges
we race the tide �� / to our chests at the end /
twenty feet high behind our asses
dinner in the pot
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