"JULY DAWN" by Michelle Cicillini


salted fog

blankets our

city by the sea

a gull weaves

silver threads

in and out of sight



before turning back

men in their

new suits are

running to meet waves

in the tapestry of sand

dreams of endless castles


Michelle Cicillini is a poet/educator, living on Long Island with her husband and son. She is pursuing her PHD in English. For more visit michellecicillini.com

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