Secrets - a poem submission for the "holiday writing" mini-course #7
Secrets
by Shirley Silva
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Along the flooded fields I walk
Cross-hatched with sodden soil
Above is sky, with duck and hawk
That breaks to ocean’s coil
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There, driftwood antlers sink in sand
And salty logs have gathered fast
They drifted long to reach, to stand
Leftover from the sea storms past
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It’s here my secrets soak …
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