This poem is taken from PN Review 159, Volume 31 Number 1, September - October 2004.
To Those on the PromontoryThe sky is arriving:
blood in the egg:
snow on the ghost train roof.
Do you know what I like about this town?
Fat Tuesday.
Even when the fair is closed
and these days the fair is usually closed
it's Fat Tuesday.
Yes that's what I like about this town.
And this morning the sea paved
lilac. After the harrowing night.
Not an inch of swell
not a fleck
but the cuttle ashore already in stooks,
cuttle for sale
cuttle cuttle
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