"boatlights" poems
The razorblade of wind has cut the lisping night
And sent the sun up
In the east
The mountains idle glowing
In morning's sundust storm
I see the restless leaves reflecting seas of light
As tiny trembling mirrors
But in my mind will rest
The pitch- black sea with roads of boatlights
And pale Old Man as from a Tarot card
His wizard smile
In still and tender dark
In rustles of shadows
The Moon
The eye of daytime action
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04/2003
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 4:26 PM UTC
late into the night,
wondering: should i tell you?
ships pass in the dark.
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 9:42 AM UTC