the cliff
by Tony Reevy
where birds plunge
sharp splash
to feed
in the sea
where wet rocks
glisten deep black
like a heart
turning to darkness
where on clear
nights
with half a waxing
bone moon
white light
roils rolls
on ripples
between the waves
More about Tony Reevy:
Tony Reevy lived in Socorro, New Mexico as a child. Tony’s newest poetry publication is a full length book of poetry named after the New Mexico city, Soccoro. He worked in the environmental field for almost two decades and loves hiking.
