Poem
'Painting the horizon', a new poem by Kristen Lang
by Kristen Lang •
for Graham
Even the waves of the sea, in the distance, have turned to stone.
The blue/green rising into outcrops, ridgelines, a lone bull
falling into half-solid ground. How the bull and the fall
hover inside him. How the waves never quite dissolve –
the sway of them, their shudder, leaching into the soil.
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