Cumberland Island, Late Evening after H.D. We forget—discarded plastic bags mix with jellyfish, glowing ghosts below the surface while to the north lights of Jekyll and Saint Simons glitter galaxies into existence —this island too has been bared once by man. Centuries dredged up by the Navy pave these shores in shark teeth, black as cavities but doubly sharp for being fossils, buried ages, brought to light with silt that, bleached, burns pale at dusk. A trawler guttering against […]
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