Where would we go, you and I?The sea which breathes, in aquamarine,its rhythmic, salty epic at our anklesand inundates a foam refrain,over and over, in rolling green glass:the tide — the oldest poem — an immutable meter precedingwords, or man, or even ears to hear? The unvarying seatakes no notice of poets —you and I, … Continue reading “Where Would We Go?” by Eric Robert Nolan