by Bill Yarrow
I knew I needed to visit a beach
made entirely of sharks' teeth
and on that beach I knew I would find
ivory binoculars left by a vegan birder
and with those binoculars I knew I could see
into the windows of a shoreline luncheonette
and in that luncheonette I knew I'd find
my step uncle propositioning a leggy waitress
and I thought of my aunt, her failing eyes
a thousand miles away on a dirty beach
looking for signs of onyx-colored birds
and I knew I had to visit that beach
for I too wanted to see those birds
and I had the binoculars necessary
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This poem appeared in A-Minor on September 26, 2011.
Thank you, Nicolette Wong.
The poem appears in Pointed Sentences (BlazeVOX, 2012).