Alan Fox

DOVER

The cliff is white,
perpendicular to the sea,
covered with green
where the slope is kind.

I’m no farmer
but even I know
to not plant a seed
on up and down land.

So hold my hand
at the very edge
where safe becomes,
shall we say, slippery.

The cave is always near
where my monsters hide.

—from Rattle #32, Winter 2009
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