Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Poem: water

                                               

made a speech the last day of the strike

I made the Pakistanidean turn over in his house

the palace could not contain the strikers

the man’s politeness, arm around my shoulder

I walked with him by the jeweled

lake where a trust of sky

spotted the earth with vines

found words lying about

coiled amidst stones

nectar of cactus   air of the

unatomed desert

a place to walk   signs of unwritten

perhaps you can see them now

                          

waterplacards them 

                            to the Page 

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