Monday, February 2, 2009

Caveat





Telemachus 20

The halting tale
Told on wings
Rising, fluttering bringing
Smokeplume into freshened eyes

Reminds me of the unbound tower
A place where disciples joined
Then rose, tacking into the
Bright skyline.

The free and the divine made of
Fine clear water bade goodbye
To the pale salty sea then

Forward in fluttering instant
Speaking in tongues a doll’s head
Chanting: to the jewbird and the joiner-
Goodbye,goodbye.

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