Early morning: Cape Cod We wake to double blue: an ocean without sail, sky without a clue of white. Morning is a veil sewn of only two threads, one pale, one bright We bathe as if in ink, but peacock-eyed and clear; a roof of periwink goes steep into a bell of air vacant to the brink. Far as we can peer is deep royal blue and shy iris, queen and king colors of low and high. Then dips a sickle wing, we hear a hinged cry: taut as from a sling downwhips a taunting gull. And now across our gaze a snowy hull appears; triangles along its stays break out to windpulls. With creaking shears the bright gulls cut the veil in two, and many a clue on scalloped sail dots with white our double blue. - May Swenson
Posted on: Sun, 21 Jul 2013 12:01:36 +0000
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