Atlantic Taunt
by Timothy Reed
Go on, chirp at me
cricket in a jar
why do you let yourself be tamed so?
Atlantic, Atlantic
why, even a Pacific harbor
Speaks more dread
than your shoreline
I see your gulls
have adopted your lethargy
as they glide voicelessly
o’er your placid face
If you hadn’t learned to
farm out your fear
to another face, that evil eye
you would surely have been forgotten
when did you give up your fire,
water?
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