Starfish
The tide heaves from the sucking sand,
……..the alabaster tilt of moon,
offering pebbles of glass, sharks’ teeth,
and sand dollars no bigger than a penny.
……..We find starfish
knotted in tufts of blowing sea foam,
……..and unfold them, limb
……..by limb, ray by ray—
……..spiny pinioned facets
becoming something recognizable,
….spanning flesh, filling twilight.
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Laura Sobbott Ross has been nominated twice for a Pushcart Prize. Her poetry appears or is forthcoming in The Florida Review, Calyx, Natural Bridge, Tar River Poetry, Slow Trains, and The Caribbean Writer, among many others. She was named a finalist in the Creekwalker Poetry Prize.About this entry
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- Sunday, April 25th, 2010 at 12:02 am
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