1 poem
by Emma Revenaugh
Nova Classical Academy
COD
Speak slowly,
so that you and I
both can know what it is
that caught you in a fisher’s net,
spoke words of love to you
from the bottom of that rowboat,
what dressed and garnished you
with stubble and freckles - and let me lean
out upon the water and smell its smell,
and maybe even kneel down
to kiss you too