Heaved our bags and headed out again. Again …
Nathaniel Mackey
“While we’re alive,” we kept …
The way we lay …
Gray morning, blue morning, a …
Some new Atlantis known as Lower …
On Antiphon Island they lowered …
A comped piano lifted the leaves in …
Anuncio drifted in a well of sound, unlay’s …
All hands were on deck as we docked …
Eleanoir and Huff served as a marker, their con- …
Carnival morning they …
The vote came in early. We ignored …
Came now to another crossroads. …
Again that closer walk, legless though …