Friday, September 3, 2010

45*21

for 9/2/2010

all along the sandbar frolic
head like hammers
steam that is human
cormorants form to fly
poor crustacean scavenger
you've known me so well
I grow in witness wide
on paths of summer's tyde
We grow to die in seasons unknown
and human song
that vibrates off the tongue
that elastic vibration
known to all life
in vast form
it creates the singing
and never dead from within
the swimming in salt
that salient brine
it pickles us in time

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