Monday, July 9, 2012


The scribes are busy writing
In the sand of all the prayers
Gone unknelt unheard un
Absolved the tide quickly
Absorbs what bread’s broken
Under cover of darkness a
Stolen kiss on the cheek is
Indelibly marked by zealous
Betrayal sprouts nothing but
Weeds from unbaptized
Seeds left hanging from an
Emaciated tree swaying in
The heat of someone else’s
Passion twisting & turning
In the wind of a solar after
Noon waiting for the tide to
Return the sea to return
That which was lost 'midst
A sailor’s sad adventure


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