Sonnet for Wiscasset, Maine
Thibault Raoult

The sumac's gone dull.
That was yesterday.
Today the oceanís pull
Carries the registered sun-flame
Resolute below the heron.
What can I take from
This hybrid apparition
Other than loam.

Other than your mottled scent.
Other than a cinder
Roaming in the wind.
What the remainder
Of a Maine Lucifer?
It is here I must moor.

Sonnet for Wiscasset, Maine by Thibault Raoult
The Swallows by Carol Quinn


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