Thursday, February 18, 2010

To the Sea

Water alive with the shuffle of crabs

my body rolled over by the waves

then cleaned to sea change

grotesque as rags,

familiar as reeds

coral laced up by eels

 

But brilliant showers

of triumph

of clarinet

Of abruptness--

steps missed in the dark.

Then the piano bares its teeth.


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