Normandy (June 6, 1944/1994)
by A.P. Taylor

    Driftwood disgorged
    against tide shakes
    loose bits of live algae

    (backward bend
    of logged girth floats
    waist up face down)

    Surfaces juggle shine
    recalling what light
    adds depth and contour

    (rolling beach, razor
    wire, railyard presets
    cement walls)

    Kiss the (blood)laved rocks,
    of shore, salt water on
    their breaths taste

    of years.






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