revere.
remember
how once i could
jump on the subway
and jump off the subway
at the end of the world
in just half an hour?
remember
a crescent of sand
filling with crescents of waves
and crescents of winds
and crescents of dogs
and buoys dressed like dogs?
5 comments:
did you write this? I like mucho. (mary, not hen)
wow. I needed that little break - to the worlds end and back
I also like this: a little poetry vs. prose sometimes. Good for those transition times in life. (So, that means most of the time....)
And I see you are listening to my CDs now. Hmmmm.... Sing Eternal Flame for me, loud and often.
Love you, B.
thanks, all.
mary-henry, yes i wrote this last night. i thought of it while watching the movie Pollock. Interesting how watching other artists or depictions of artists inspires one.
nanc, if only you could really go there, it would be a lovely respite.
mand, you know the rest of my life when not in the q lab is in despierto. i find i'm almost as interested in the physical shape of my poems as in the words. i'll sing eternal flame to you tonight in your dream.
Why is this not on the writing blog???
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