Alligators speckle lagoons
brightened in early light
born on sun-seared days.
Low tides caress Mimi’s thighs.
Last quarter mile her feet
trod beach into white talc of sand.
A brown lab puppy buries her
in sand. Sifted, coated flour
bakes her well done.
Crabs skitter to the shore line–
share space with a lone teenager
now wrapped in waves again.
Headed toward the Atlantic
runnels of water violently part
as she hugs her raft.
She fights hard to turn home
without a paddle, arms
sweep aside the ocean current.
Too much undertow draws her
down, she clings to raft, prays
for the down drift to lower tides.
Rescuers find her body
near rip-tides, bruised
skin shorn by rock and jetty.
This poet writes with raw honesty about her personal landscape, interaction with family events, those dysfunctional backstories. She shelters emotional trauma from the snowy winters of Minnesota that spark her imagination. She writes about obsessions, both large and small that tumble through her poems and life. Her early life was spent in Raleigh NC and Myrtle Beach, SC. Place has always been an important concept to Lee.
–Background & Foreground Photography by Jon Damaschke
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