Tuesday, January 18, 2011


beware the groan barks

the witch grass pummel foot.

the sea ghosts.

the secret pulleys and levers

up there where we throw the ingots into the fire

before they lose their golden core.

they glow white in the embers, then blue.

darkness pits lit by the gold & red flash

blue deeps, taps, and stormsfelt, buttons, corduroy, wooden shoes, licorice rivers, honeypot eyes, yellow caps with blue stitching, little scenes of life in miniature.

the sacred spaces of my youth.

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