Silver Songs by David Jibson
Leave a commentJune 19, 2015 by northerncardinalreview
Silver songs turning sienna skies over dunes again,
winter beach morning dressed in khaki coveralls.
Lone fisherman arrives standing cold-raw-broken,
turning near silence where salmon await.
Evening in half-light, silver songs fade into umber beginnings,
traces of cinnabar on burnt umber sands.
Lone fisherman leaves bent cold-raw-broken,
turning near silence where salmon escaped.
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David Jibson lives and works in Ann Arbor, MI but calls the Lake Michigan shore home. He is associate poetry editor of Third Wednesday, a literary arts journal. He has published poetry in Highland Park Poetry, A-literation, Waccamau Journal, Brasilia Review and Peninsula Poets.
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