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Warm Days ..


In those warm days
when I lay green upon the grass,
shrill cicada times - Dreams,
unrefined and scattered as the clouds,
echoed in the black barn.

Red soil and red water rippling
with skating spiders, cooled
the summer as I shouted myself
naked with my friends.

The massive horses pulled,
the reins trembled in my slender hand,
the wagon swayed,
piled high with dusty summer heat.

Summer,
green upon the land,
black in the barn,
cool in the red soil,
when I lay green upon the grass.


. ...Listen to this poem

Published in TOPS newsletter "Verse Afire"
Sept. 2005

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Passage ...


Stroke, stroke and breathe, stroke
a rhythm steady and leave
the dark shore far behind.

In the sea we both pull
smoothly through the waves.
With enthusiastic strength
we are bound upon this task
to leave one dark shore behind
for another just in sight ahead.

With the journey just half done, I see
the other swimmer wallow.
Wave tops lunge at his head.

I watch him die.

I remain afloat shivering,
shivering in my fear.

Stroke, stroke and breathe, stroke
a rhythm steady and leave
the dark shore far behind.


...Listen to this poem

Published in "Enchanted Crossroads"
a TOPS Anthology - June 2006

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