Hello Ryfkah,
I've tried and tried but I can't get those biscuits to leave your poem and
it's terribly destructive to my reading of otherwise beautiful imagery and a
lovely poem.
Could I twist your arm to find another fish for the British version of the
poem?
bw
c
> I Speak of Truth
>
> like the moon
> tugging at the tide
> Periwinkles stud
> splash of wave
> Brittle Sea Star
> ingests prey
>
> I sight a Garibaldi
> bright red-orange
> fire in kelp
> We speak of truth
> like the sun
> tugging at the tide
>
> Ryfkah 8-24-01
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