Plum Island Dualities
On this island
desert of dunes,
the fog unmakes
a thousand mirages.
An ominous wave
descending down
on me like certain
Hokusai
inspired fury
meets instead
the undertow.
The sand in my sandals,
the salt in my hair,
the sea of my mind:
the after-effects
of swallowing
this thought of an ocean.
~Son Rivers 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
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