July 15, 2019
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translucent
i am dreaming of a harbor
layers of moonlight rush in
making the night translucent
the smooth-worn steps ascend to the sky
leading to a world in my dreamsi'm back home
bringing a lantern to my mother
the lantern melts a glacier
and a little girl tosses her head
to shake down a whole night of starsthe wet wind blows past
the shore's aging forehead
a shining future visits every window
father walks toward the skyline
outlined in the beams of the setting sun
he turns around
making a deep bowthe wave's crest brushes the decks and the sky
a star looks into the compass
for its own daytime position
no, i'm not a sailor
just a born landlubber
but i've hung my heart like an anchor
on a ship's gunwalei want to go out to sea with my dreams
Comments (1)
see through?
evidence of hunger
is talent search for past
performances in poetic skills...*
talent searching for the beat that
has failed to continue, though,
there are ways to build and to
tear down.... split, ravel, rend
into shreds of single spaced lines
playing the game of chest: imagining,
(according to the rules of applauding
windows), screened in living colors
sports(manship!) letting another fellow
have his chance before staggering off
and on to other chances of being smashed
(rip, torn, and run down at hello's)
intimidation is not stimulation:
selfless manifests are all niter's!
hunters are more than one, in a grope
of dense gravel bars, groveling for
lines of longevity, twenty-twenty,
forty-forty...and where no man has
gone B_4
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