Beside the shorelineA half-buried undershirt— Grief I left behind.
Beside the shoreline
A half-buried undershirt—
Grief I left behind.
Geoffrey Philp is the author of "Archipelagos," a book of poems about #climatechange. He is working on a graphic novel, "My Name is Marcus."
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