Making Poems

Hermit on sand weaving straw Baskets I cast to the wave’s Maw what I finish then Weave another out in Penny-wise sea wind The same childhood at the end Of the road as at the beginning The same hieroglyphic bird word Fish of the sea my work is for you I made this poem for a thing to do

That it may tickle a salmon throat That an empty sea shell ear Hear its bell-tone note: The laugh-cry of some ‘traveling man’ Building mud towers in the sand! (Yes see how they shake and slant Waiting for the waves to break Their imperfection and their want.) Padraic Fiacc

Color lithograph,  Printed on 100% rag BFK Rives paper. Prints $300 each thru PayPal to seamuscarmichael@gmail.com with delivery address