Tuesday, September 8, 2020

-salt of life-

1.
the seabed's jeweled  
in silent emerald
and armor-clad, the seahorse
holds-fast to its crazy biology.

the strange sea cucumber
readies itself at the table
as the armed anemone animates
hypnotically for its harvest.

2.
inside the city's tenement
no one questions the racket; it runs
blood-rich through the hallways
pulsating at the hands and from the mouths
of its occupants.

3.
water is heard running
in two rooms reserved for running water,
kitchen aromas drape
the atmosphere fold on fold
and dishrags sweep across the oilcloths

sometimes to closure,
sometimes in preparation.

Quequechan


                                                 



                 

No comments:

Post a Comment

Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.