Fort Jefferson
The world changed that day when the white rock shifted
and became the small shell of a turbaned
snail, harsh in sunlight against the red brick.

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I value this poem for its photographic clarity; well done!
Dear Dylan,
Thank you. Coming from you that is enormously gratifying. I hesitate to point out the obvious which bothers me somewhat--but it is very structurally and rhythmically reminiscent of William Carlos Williams. But your reading helps me to think that I managed to avoid overfamiliarity.