"How to Build a Reef"

Feb 28, 2019
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Maybe their scales still graze

your presence, maybe their schools

swim through a cloud of

dissolved calcium. I don’t think

the salt in the water ripples

at the thought of your laugh but I know

when the seafoam brushes over

my feet I can feel your

heartbeat, your waves striking the fleshy

sand. Whatever rays of speckled sun make it to

your depth won’t reflect off of this

rusted tomb, or off the wrecked wind-

shield that used to shine. Some free-

swimming coral, your casket

growing.

Ellery Beck is an undergraduate student at Salisbury University majoring in English and Psychology. She is a member of the Honors College.

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