Poetry from a Time Forgotten for Saturday, February 09, 2008

Saturday, February 9, 2008

Eminence

I look to the image maker in the small village of color where boats are sent to sea in turquoise waters under simmering sun. The zanzibar sand and scent leave soft prints along the shore of the apocalypse. Diamond sprays of crashing waves cause a paradox against the rocks. The mensch palms ever so... Sign in to see full entry.

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