Summer 2005 • Vol. XXVII No. 3 Poetry |

Low Tide

Leave leave me on a naked island mud and encrustations of oysters glittering where through some magic I may forget the always passing of day and night hands canceling hands on the clock face of a lover parent friend:: already now the gulf's gray waters tick against the grass gulls laugh and cry above my stranded hull will start to rock the channel river flow like Acheron:: But for a spell wasn't there quiet winter tide lowest nothing beckoning---no passage at all?

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Carol Frost has published eleven books of poems, most recently Honeycomb, which won the 2010 Florida Book Award. Trilogy is forthcoming in 2014 from Tupelo Press. She is the Theodore Bruce and Barbara Lawrence Alfond Professor of English at Rollins College.

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