Two Ways of Looking at a Poem

No shore receives them. / All the portents dog their ride. / Their bodies sink in rough seas.

Sketch for the oil painting by Théodore Géricault [1818-1819]

Cold Turkey Press [2018]

We surf on a gentle tide. / The shore awaits us. / No portents dog our ride.

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