"there’s no ocean in montgomery county
but there are nets of spruce root, wild grass,
hemp & hair, green flax, pawpaw, water reed
nets of latticed love, skintight sincerity
nets of bone & blood made from the
thin dust of first meetings & long-winded listening
nets that pull us in like lighthouses
nets that pull us together like starfish & oysters
our promises hidden but hardened to pearls"
yolanda wisher, "all the nets we make between us"