Cuttyhunk Island
A tern in tweezered light
between storm and storm
brushes air's whiskered cheek
resting on the sea's purple-green
which hides its mystery below:
fins and bones, chits of lemniscus
breathing water:
a single hook
descends.
Who would not bite
the tessellated gobbet
suspended so seductive
in the purple green --
only a fin flick from
knowing?
Bio Note
Lynne Potts is a Boston poet who works as a professional writer for
publishers, public institutions, and private non-profit agencies. Her poems
have appeared in a number of publications including Art Times, Fauquier
Poetry Journal, River Oak Review and University of Alabama's new publication
Poetry, Memoire, Story.
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