not that there’s a reef or fish left
that figured in the last of our dreams, ate
whichever lore the fisherman
pitched from the clouds too over our heads
& we could count on like gold sheep to sink us
within an inch of that coldest & deepest of sleeps
where even the waters no longer
thirst for their own version of blood
I’ve worked at Water Street Books in Exeter NH nearing 11 years. Stroudwater in Portsmouth NH for 7, Sheafe Street in Portsmouth for 5, and Wordsworth in Cambridge MA for 1, as well as a holiday stint at Boston University.