2 Poems | Maggie Blake Bailey


A dead lizard floats in the pool while
a man climbs a palm tree, chainsaw
dangling from his waist.

A crane rises from a tidal bed,
not white but brown,
thick with the muck of coastal waters

The intact bodies of crabs offer up
white porcelain legs, dead and
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