Ballast Flint, Oxner’s Beach
Michael Goodfellow
It
held ships down,
against
the kelpy sand
its
worn in shape
now
more
like
water
than
like earth,
clear
water thickened
to
dark chert
or
current
capped
with foam.
It
washes up,
they
knew
it
would.
A
twisted
knot
of wood,
a
dullish
lump
of coal
—nothing
outweighs
the
deep,
charry
below.
Ships
passed, fur packed
into
the hold.
Michael
Goodfellow’s
poetry has most recently been published by Measure,
Verse Daily, the League of Canadian
Poets and The Nashwaak Review. He is
a reader at Smartish Pace and editor
of The LaHave Review
(lahavereview.com). He lives in Lunenburg County, Nova Scotia, where he grew
up.
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