Thursday, December 25, 2014


RE-vision ... [accompanied by a slight smile with downcast eyes]

You are the relentless flap of wings across my endless sky.
Through cloud-into-cloud. Or. That last drop of rain that
clings to the edge of something lost. And far from shore.

Whereas I am a ladder. A metaphor that leans against this
double dead dusk, that reaches up into a fleet of incoming
stars. Which is where you last hid.

Merry Christmas, old friend ... for epic grace and gravitas.

Time is a watch.


Blogger Conrad DiDiodato said...

Hi Joan!

How have you been? Where are you posting? Do you have another blog or site?

You can contact me at my Word-Dreamer: poetics blog

7:07 p.m.  

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