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Joy lives here.
On a small hearth made of
wood
And stone and time.
An alert ivory seahorse
rests
On a black pedestal in the
living
Room, a presence
calm and lasting.
Above him, an ocean wave
forever
Breaking onto a pebbled shore
And two neon hummingbirds
exulting
In the company of a fat moon
And that bursting litany
of stars….
Precipice
The man’s body is tanned, taut and
Erect against the face of the cliff.
This cliff that lifts itself up and out
Past a shining moon.
Fingertips and toes scraped raw
Search for tiny outcrops of rock
To assist the ascent.
A conversation only they
Can hear between Stone and
Man ensues. He is agile:
Chest rests on her granite,
Infinities of space at his back,
Thoughts like light, unified
Simply precise on this
Precipice.
She : unforgivingly real, loves
His heart so close, a silence
Near dusk and as vast, washed
Chestnut brown.
After hours of grueling argument
Here on this blade of knife, the edge
Of life, they melt, dissolve into
Agreement that all is
Fragile, everything
Erodes, our dreams
Do sing, and
Every singer is ascending.
