Thursday, December 25, 2014

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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.





















































1 Comments:

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

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