Everything Changes But The Sea, by Ruth Tang


the ocean has no memory:
it laps at the curling edges of continents,
a labrador’s silent tongue on a quiet
afternoon. it is a whiplash of
saltwater on the mossy cliffs, the white chalk hills.



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