the sailboat races into the great wave
(like a beast that cannot tell the
difference between its supper and the
edge of a cliff),
and that is just
the way he came to be

the only cloud in the sky
(covers the entire horizon, no matter
which direction he turns).
and that gentle mist
pouring down
is all he has left to

give the girl on the ocean front
(who is looking out into
that great green abyss
[a floor that moves like a fun house
carnival]),
because out there is his love
waiting to kiss her lips.

09/13/2010

Posted on 09/13/2010
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