OPTIONAL POETRY

Arch, I’d like to go see the Arch, trenchant, I’d like to go see the sea– Melville I know about Novembers of the soul, and Decembers, Januarys, and Februarys– There’s something about the Pacific that tempers a temper, dulls a sharp tongue, I don’t know why I get like I do but call me Ishmael it’s not unprecedented– just give me a shore and a ship and a star to sail by and a home […]