Poem for Today

Category: Writing

The grey heaving sea
squirms in it’s fishiness
creating fogs of dirty rags
and other foolishness
in my bathroom.

My washing machine
is broken.

- Nancy Carroll

Inspired by this paragraph in the post: Watermark from July 25, 2006

And then when the sun drops over the horizon you forget all this. You look at the gray heaving sea, and you say – oh yes, how foolish! the sea isn’t made of water; it’s made of fog. And the fog is made of dirty rags. Everyone knows that.”

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