Saturday, May 5, 2007

The Visitors

The Visitors


The ocean does not like
your favorite white makeup
ignore this
take a clean sheet
and wipe more poetry
out of your brush.

Your finger
rubbed over the anatomical diagram
feels good
to the future patient
focus on this
and the missing walls
will be forgotten.

Did you notice
those pitiful little ripples
crossing the sails?
they reveal
the winds’ frailty.

The anchors
are stuck in old skies
on the seas’ bottom.
The harbor is full
of fallen rain.

At dusk
smoky fires
burn on the shores

The moon
wears your favorite white makeup.

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