My Sunday post flew out the window. Halfway written, it was preempted by ... an upcoming event. Please stand by.
In the meantime, here is a poem that I've been working on lately. Enjoy:
S. F. Marina
A song is on the lips of distant
ships that pass this foggy night
attuned to every sleeping vessel moored
each lapping breath of tide.
My back now to the sea
my elbows resting on the metal rails
I stare across the vacant, misty street
and into other realms
of cathode ray tubes, each a different
hue set into blank face stone
displaying pantomimes of varied kinds
in each and every home.
I lean there changing channels at a
glance until I chance to see
someone standing in a sudden
window staring back at me.
In the meantime, here is a poem that I've been working on lately. Enjoy:
S. F. Marina
A song is on the lips of distant
ships that pass this foggy night
attuned to every sleeping vessel moored
each lapping breath of tide.
My back now to the sea
my elbows resting on the metal rails
I stare across the vacant, misty street
and into other realms
of cathode ray tubes, each a different
hue set into blank face stone
displaying pantomimes of varied kinds
in each and every home.
I lean there changing channels at a
glance until I chance to see
someone standing in a sudden
window staring back at me.
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