Dulac Poetry — Mitchell Parfait
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“He didn't talk much about the water,
but you could read it on his hands —
the knuckles rough as rope,
the palms still salt-white.
Some men pray in church.
He prayed at the rail.”
— Mitchell Parfait, Dulac Poetry