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Two Poems by Amy A. Whitcomb • Terrain.org: A Journal of the Built + Natural Environments
We counted waves by sevens not knowing which was “one” Otters by tails, kelp by fistfuls. We counted steps toward the lighthouse. We counted grains of salt, letters signed “love” or not. We counted on my cold hands in his hot. We counted on ocean, ocean, ocean, ignoring that you can’t count on …