Thursday, December 11, 2014



Honk if your hands have been here
on the railing where mine are now

I plant some thoughts on this pier
for some future person to discover

When I lived near the water
my words were of the water
slippery and in love with the less-tightly
composed land that it could carry away
in fingerfuls

I explain this to the water
The water nods and responds in fog

1 comment

  1. That first line is great, and its humorous aspect contrasts wonderfully with the rest of (the more serious side of) the poem.


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