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Olive Senior
The birth of islands
The birth of islands
The birth of islands
Fire at the coreNecklace of ash, stone, coral.
Islands emerge, submerge or shift
with continental drift. Islands
are not immortal. Without you,
islands could never be. You
are the portal. Islands are born
from your longings.
See how easy:
The spoon stirs up the void
Seabird drops its egg
A sand-grain launches itself
You blow breath on the ocean
Something breaks out on the face of the water
Publisher: First published on PIW,
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The birth of islands
Fire at the coreNecklace of ash, stone, coral.
Islands emerge, submerge or shift
with continental drift. Islands
are not immortal. Without you,
islands could never be. You
are the portal. Islands are born
from your longings.
See how easy:
The spoon stirs up the void
Seabird drops its egg
A sand-grain launches itself
You blow breath on the ocean
Something breaks out on the face of the water
The birth of islands
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