Webb, Charles Harper

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They glide out on moming’s bay:banded brown-and-yellow ships,each riding its own fleshy wave.Bend close, and you can hear matesbellow, “Fizzen the mainstump!Bedaff the grob! Put yer backsinto it, ya blungy sidesores!”Hompipes scree. Sailors’ feetslam oaken decks. Ant-sizedlookouts bawl, “Darcy blows!”If I’ve slept well, and have nowhereelse to go, sometimes I’ll shrinkand climb on board.l’m the Captain, naturally-sovereign-sent to find newworlds, and found new colonies.My men are scared, but placetheir faith in me to steer usout across the vast driveway,our ship dragging its silver wakeWebb 1421Webb: SnailsPublished by The Open Repository @ Binghamton (The ORB), 2014from the land of agapanthusand ice plant toward fabledRosegar-Den There, flowershuge as human heads spritzperfume and cheer, wavingtheir pink, red, and gold petalswith pride, as-for us al0ne—their harbor opens wide.1432Harpur Palate: a Literary Journal, Vol. 14, Iss. 1 [2014], Art. 34https://orb.binghamton.edu/harpurpalate/vol14/iss1/34

Snails

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