This poem is taken from Stand 226, 18(2) June - August 2020.

Kate Miller Six Poems
The Queen of Naples, asked about Her Childhood Home

It had no name, no proper trees
(our fires were built of lumber washed from wrecks).
Uncharted and unclaimed except by Cal who called it his
Bee Isle. A touch of Ustica,
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