VERSE:
Mckeown, Tom
TOM MCKEOWN
WAITING AT THE OCEAN
What do we expect as the clam turns over?
What the pelican calls for?
Who reads the curves, the lines of an afternoon
that is hurrying somewhere?
A shell faintly...
...A horseshoe crab is stranded...
...TOM MCKEOWN WAITING AT THE OCEAN What do we expect as the clam turns over...
...Who reads the curves, the lines of an afternoon that is hurrying somewhere...
...The answers are waiting to descendno one has the ears to hear them as they pass out of the clouds to the sea this perfectly clear morning.ar morning...
...A shell faintly howls in the wind...
Vol. 102 • August 1975 • No. 11
