I have two tests of others’ work—does it hold me and do I have an urge to
change something? This passes both.
In my humble and limited view, good stuff.
David Ritchie,
Puppyland, Oregon
On Mar 16, 2016, at 1:52 PM, Lawrence Helm <lawrencehelm@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
wrote:
I was running alone across
The planetary sand, not earth’s.
It was okay for me to be
There, Susan having withdrawn
After a long run of her own.
The air was warm and clear.
High above strange birds watched.
Later on I dived off a rocky shore.
Odd-looking fish couldn’t make
Me out. I hesitated to fire
Having no clear-cut need, no
One to fry for or to see me
Shoot and come in wringing-
Wet with a bag full of fish.
Deeper down was something
Of a different sort, conjured in
A dark place that groaned and
Roiled, with currents that churned
Rocks and sand, shadows that
Flitted like eyes darting left to
Right and spears thrusting in and out.
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