By Kim Shuck
We run along the coast our
Kid feet still wet with
Willingness we
Run alongside the
Staccato rails that
Vanish and appear in
Tufts of indigenous
Shrubs and stands of weed
Eucalyptus we
Strawberry and
Artichoke we
Chase flotillas of
Brown pelican and
Dance to our own childhoods
Of beach and driftwood not
Replanted here but of this
Strange and colonial
Place so
Surface patchwork but the jade
Bones show the tossed
Stone chewed to cheese by olive
Mussels it's a
Generous place if
Sometimes sleepy and this
Fog sings old songs too
Copyright © Kim Shuck.
All rights Reserved.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Kim Shuck had a busy year in 2014. She had two major publications: the full length Clouds Running In from Taurean Horn Press and the Chapbook Sidewalk Ndn from FootHills Publishing. She had four poems nominated for Pushcart Prizes, both from Taurean Horn and from West Trestle Review.
Kim Shuck had a busy year in 2014. She had two major publications: the full length Clouds Running In from Taurean Horn Press and the Chapbook Sidewalk Ndn from FootHills Publishing. She had four poems nominated for Pushcart Prizes, both from Taurean Horn and from West Trestle Review.
Kim also taught the usual joyfulness of second graders and fifth graders, a joyfulness being her suggested collective noun for fantastic students one of whom drew this portrait.
