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​East Fork:

A Journal of the Arts​​


Depth of Sand
By: Alice Thomas

a youthchurn tides itself
finds its limit then sprints to sea
it comes as a whelm of Plath
or Jackson hurling caution
across a night sky to
some distant crimson web
their brash tossed glass
awakens our sensibilities
to see their veil of paint
depth of sand