I’m being called to the water…Water Street, giant boats hugging the land’s edge…I’ll venture closer after lunch…for now, here is more of what I’m seeing.
There is ocean wind and island belonging in the deepness of the wrinkles on their faces…
From my poem ‘Older Men In St. John’s’
VANESSA SHIELDS, writer 
I love the way you see a different St. John’s than I do. Different and yet very familiar.
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Thanks Charis! I miss you, girl!!!
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