"Raccoons twist oysters from the mat"
More Perihelion:
Bob Sward's Writer's Friendship Series
Birth of Pleasure, II
In a buttressed grove black crabs
Gray heron balanced on one green stilt
you must have more ecstasy than we,
water slipping off our bright paddles.
and red-legged ibises a reach away
sidle up trees alive with snails.
grasping a mangrove root above the sea,
sweating in scarred kayaks,
Raccoons twist oysters from the mat
watch us burn, topple, fight.
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