Shore Front
Haze. Manx cat's crying from a wet field. Ravens hang over in mid-flight, drop, talons grappling for flesh. Hornets gather on our window pane, sun burns all before drowning
Nothing in "Shore Front" is calm, even though it begins in haze. The poem moves through a series of small, sharp images: a Manx cat crying from a wet field, ravens hovering and then dropping on their prey, hornets crowding the window.
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