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