Tide Pool
       

Flat fish the color
of crumbling sand, green crabs the size
of my thumb. How desperate
they are under our cool eyes. We peer
from a great height, from some
starving planet where hunger
has come to mean love.

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Copyright © 2015 Mary Zeppa All rights reserved
from My Body Tells Its Own Story
Cherry Grove Collections
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