At Lewes

we sidestepped insignias
like hallowed things
but didn’t buy tickets,

opting to watch the bay
as the ferry shrunk into the cape;
seventeen miles was trivial.

We didn’t consider
the metaphor of shallow displacement
or the freedom in rising tides,

only impending deaths,
that rudderless wind,
and the scope of a moment

in silence.


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Hugh Lemma’s oeuvre includes poetry, book reviews, topical essays, and short fiction. His writing is informed by abiding interests in philosophy, religion, humanities, and pop culture. Originally from Southern New Jersey, he and his wife moved to the Phoenix Metropolitan Area in 2005.

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