Poetry
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Miles Efron
1
foules in the frith
fisses in the flod
and I mon waxe wode.
mulche sorwe I walke with
for beste of bon and blod.
Anonymous
13th Century
2
Black rocks knocked
under torn, orange salmon
spawning in the rain. I was
wading and sand and pebbles and
the flood weighed sideways on my thigh.