The sun
nibbles on the thighs of the island extending
into the horizon
the blue-green salty water
strokes the chest of the land
lazy obese seagulls naked on the wet rocks
hold a meeting
and I
stealing a picture from nature
guzzle Canadian whisky….
Krikor Ficici
1979, Digby, Nova Scotia
Translated by Tatul Sonentz
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