Secrets
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by Anthony S. Abbott
The green turtle swims shoreward
lays her eggs in the grainy sand
then scuttles for the sea’s safety
before the shore birds can pluck
her heart out.
I watch this rhythm
from the second story of my beach house.
I have learned not to interfere.
I speak little. To say too much
is to lose everything.
from New and Selected Poems 1989 - 2009 (Lorimer Press)
The green turtle swims shoreward
lays her eggs in the grainy sand
then scuttles for the sea’s safety
before the shore birds can pluck
her heart out.
I watch this rhythm
from the second story of my beach house.
I have learned not to interfere.
I speak little. To say too much
is to lose everything.
from New and Selected Poems 1989 - 2009 (Lorimer Press)