appearing dark
orange out of the blue
so to speak and low
on the horizon
and hightailing it
lickety-split be-
hind a jagged
bank of even
darker blue
mountains till
all that’s left is
a slivery tongue
of blood red fire
that’s done with
licking its wounds.
I keep reading you, my friend, even though you inspire the greenest (about the shade of avocado skin) envy! There is something about this kind of precision, the painterly shadings and musical unfolding that takes my breath away and releases it somewhere inside the brain pan. It's well worth dancing with the green-eyed monster....
ReplyDeleteI'm honored to see you keep reading me, my friend--now, (once again echoing what Michaux said to Seferis on their first and only meeting many, many years ago) all I need are two more people who really, really read me and I can call myself a poet.
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