Thursday, July 28, 2011

Low and Golden / new poems 2011

Low and Golden

Somehow surreal,
Though I have no dreams
Which end in bent blues,
Only the perfume
Of something vaguely
Lying upon my skin
Until I shake myself
To walk memories
Of Texas almond orchards
And the sense of light,
Low and golden,
They have left
Beyond sleep's own
Grey reverie.

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