Elemental
skysea sliced by blade
honed to a slick edge by the god of knives
drawn now across a bluegray scrim
bloodless sharp white
clean as a whistle
you might almost hear it whisper
but for its mystic stillness
more thought than thing,
free of bone and gristle
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by Jim Culleny
8/3/16
Photo by Terri Amig
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