Isabel and The Whispers
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A poem from Isabel's upcoming e-chapbook of poetry....
Fire Island


On the other side beyond the hill
the sea is a bed of flaming pearls.

People are walking as if they always
belonged beside it
as if they knew no other place so well.

Their bodies dangle so easily
off this infinity

like pink-winged flamingos
leaving tiny footprints
on the edges of sea-line existence.

To watch them—
the range of their bodies, statures and colors

walk down together towards that same trident
of sky, water, and land,

is to know there is something
calling them down there.