water rushes between a narrow channel of rock formations. the surface of the water is foamy, and the rocks are wet and slick.

Icy Eye To Sea

foam races
across a frozen
face of sand

I take the icy

full cheek
teared eye
salt licked

with the roaring
of my ear
out to sea

see storm clouds

published in Issue 55 of Otoliths, southern spring issue 2019

Laura is an Oregon-based poet who weaves together the beauty of words, art, and music.

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