Till human voices wake us, and we drown. Thomas Stearns Eliot
Sixpense #115/A Dream or Other Reality
like gravity
waves sway
drag and draw
a mermaid
I caress tears
lover's sweat
orange scent
perfumes
I lick tangerine hue
hear a battle cry
agent orange memory
the sound of the shofar
starry sky stares
eyes on black turf
I turn toward the beach
detritus piled high
covered by periwinkle
crabs octopi snagged
the taste of orange
savory and sticky
refreshes
listen to children's
shrieks as bombs
decimate
a security blanket
water covers
drowns sorrow
Ryfkah 1/6/02
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