This Man Is An Island

black oil tides
grasp the shores
once wrapped in nets
and capelin corpse
a seagulls pitch
gaining merit
steadfast the bailer
in his boat for one
a lonely king
with borrowed blankets
and unfolded towels
stained by the sun
unbroken by design

M.

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Mandy Joy Poole

Writer and photographer from remote Labrador, Canada. Just another cold Labradorian chillin' in the Big Land. Can most likely be found walking my dog Grace or behind an iMac screen slowly taking over the interwebs.

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