Tuesday, March 8, 2011

fathoming before forty

Harvey S. Mozolak
so the day and deal is this
you are naked
except for the hand drawn beams
on the brow
the March of leaves among cold stones
behind which you plow
thinking there is still land
before you drown
in some sea of self
held afore the thought
by the God whose mast
would remember

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