Let’s Forget the Sea

Let’s forget the sea and all its salt
that gathers on, sharpens our tongues,
forget how it swells, urgent in the night,
a wet, rhythmic push of water on rocks,

forget the sea at its evening low ebb
withdrawn beyond the mussel mud flats
sending their dark, rich wafts of decay
to our nostrils. Turn away from the sea

to the damp, musky scent of fallen leaves
wind stirs up from quiet paths of autumn
woods far from the white noise of gulls,

and let owls hoot at us from the shadows
while we bruise the green moss trying to
scrape away the salt crusts of the sea.

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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