#shinbones

Poem: Earth’s Fair Caress

By: Tom Sheehan

1. The ocean is slow to warm and slow to cool, shivers edges of winter and, like the lover it is, cannot let go.

December talks its way up filaments of frangible shinbones old knees hang onto and aches under the belly like bruised melons. The edge of Prankers Pond remembers Pressburn Hill in pieces, flushed worms, in summer sometimes a shadow, but now is awed in one circular…