Mind the field of ice bobbed
with frozen buoys of elephant heads
half-in, half-out,
which reach to arid night sky;
the try to warm at the touch of a star
tamed and at watch
of God's hovered palm--
plate between the try
and the current reality.
Let me show you this cranberry lake
of meat and time
when humans
wait to age.
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3 comments:
did you ever get my hemingway chapter?
this is good
i am not good at crtiquing this stuff too thoroughly
the images r so... vivid
Thanks petal, thanks for checking out the blog
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