"We, the undersigned..."
often try to speak for people
who are not among the undersigned--
but who are among the under-signed
living under the over-signing.
Such Clear Water
For Zoe and
We dip to see a show of red tentacles:
active beadlets, not low tide's reluctant blobs.
Blue hints of Irish moss are briefly exposed
as unseen waves shake June's elongating wracks.
Tiny mysidae, looking like sea-horses,
make their gentle/careful way in mid-water--
like punctuation in search of unclear text.
We follow on, dedicated sea-readers.
don't stay calm,
get into fights
and come to h
If you have any thoughts on these poems, Seth Crook would be pleased to hear them.