Monday Poem

Elemental
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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