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Barnacle

 

BARNACLE

 

Lean in close to a wall of barnacles—  

you’ll hear a chorus of voices

murmuring: careful where you lay your

incendiary hands. You won’t live

without damaging but you might learn

to break branches into kindling. Hush:

the ocean will swallow your spit but it

won’t give back forgiveness. Find

something other than salt to offer   

the sea. What you’re looking for isn’t

hidden, just unseen.

 

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This poem originally appeared in SOFTBLOW.