JETTY – poem

At moon high tide

I run off the end of the silvered dock

Phosphorous confounds inverted eyes

wanting to grasp something more

than air can offer

to sustain this body sinking

into black mollusk mud

and transparent jelly fish.

(c) 1985 – Jessan Dunn (DeCredico) Otis


2 thoughts on “JETTY – poem

  1. John Damon

    Mine heart mine heart sores to the realm of poetry, Where the word is the world, and the world is the receiver, you’ve loaded us with wonder cocked us with anticipation and shot with mystery, you can be anything and still be the word.

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