Monday, September 14, 2009

Gogyohka 9.14.09

the calm dry salty air
and spritzy foam
of errant waves
hides the destruction
behind erosion's lullaby

The waves' lightspeckled ripples
look like a bowl of Jello
being carried by a boy
who just took a turn
playing pin the tail on the donkey

Warm puckering sea air
blowing through the sun
and across the sky stretched thin
carries the haunted sighs
of an Indian Summer

Out on the dock
the waves slapping at the rocks
you can look out
and remember
even New York won't last

The full spread leaves
of two fig trees
peek out from the wooden gate
their fruit still green
begging the sun one last time

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