Michael H. Levin: Poems and Prose
AT GREAT ROCK BIGHT
Ahead, white tide slaps shingle
with a sound of flesh on flesh,
a double line of footprints
on the wet tan beach
appearing molten briefly,
then erased. Love is a craft
of necessary griefs.
The wound is present
when the tie is formed.
A strand of hair, a touch recalled;
the skiff that glancing back
First published in Dunes Review, Vol. 23 No. 1 (Winter/Spring 2019)