“Lake Erie Omen”

Published in Siren’s Call Ezine

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You call me an omen, good or ill,

but I have a name and it’s not Bessie—

that tourist’s barb, that cheap

shot glass logo.

But how could you

land-locked brutes

understand?

You with your broken scavengers’

tongue; mine deep-

toned chantings from

nightmares long since

dreamt.

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