Poems by Williams Julia
flood archeology
... in ten thousand years a shoewill emerge from bog mudcracked, seamy leatherunlaced and tinythis used to be boglandfar as the eye goeswhat passes for history passestense never changesa shoe still means teapotpan, whiskhat means belts and soupbowlswhat grew here, what growsnever could mould a shoenever could dig itthis was boglanda house, a gardenwhy this shoe is tiny, onlythis shoe caught off guardten thousand years in the drying ...
