Nov 9, 2022
1 min read
The Mystery of a Lee Tide
To wait, to cut, to be free.
Something pulled our ship
around the violent coast.
Rumor was a Russian submarine,
maybe a monster whale.
My uncle pulled his filet knife
but the line went slack,
Trapper Markelz (he/him) is a poet who writes from Boston, MA. His work has appeared in numerous journals and publications. Check out http://trappermarkelz.com
