2 Poems
Anne Drury SEAWEED Look, I am the most beautiful part of this fringe at the edge of the bay We are, all of us, abandoned strands, tough and matted like the ungroomed hair of a dog but my color, which is purple, sets me apart Most of us are green or brown or even beige Me, like the rim of the horizon at sunset, a beautiful violet stain pressed close against the ocean Not many people come near this secluded arc of sand, but I wait for one to come and admire, appreciate my uniqueness I hope they come soon as my small consciousness suspects the creeping flood of the tide will not be long WARNING Birds low on the lawn slant into the wind confident and keen Know any apparent hesitance on my part is only a disguise At the core of both wing and bone lie lean strings of silent steel |
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About the Author: Anne Wooster Drury is an educator and poet living in southeastern Massachusetts. Her poems have appeared in Blueline, Ibbetson Street, Muddy River Review, Wilderness House Press, The Aurorean and other journals. She has two self-published chapbooks, "PLACE" and "DOORWAYS".
