POEM: SMOKE SAIL
You better believe
This will not continue:
My eyes and your hands
The view I know
Lives yonder
Your reach runs through sand
My sight sails
While my eyes shut
Blinds bathe and drop in dreams
Your grasp glides in
Gullible gales
And guilded gifts end the evening
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The flame flies south
As the furnaces frames
The words from our mouth
In rows, we slip past Mason Dixons
Like Macy’s Day
The books we weave inflate the sky
Like lineage parades
As one voice and plural harmonies
Smoke slips to memory
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Very nicely said words buddy :)
While liked the 1st part more :)
I hear you. The way these work is the first is weighing on me. The second comes to mind after the burden is lifted.
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Nice poem and beautiful to read that today great work :)