Sunday, May 20, 2012

No Light Will Mark

blue heron gray sky
early yet  no risen sun
marks the day jag and arch of
low shadow lifting night
above dark breaking waves
hymns of shells hiss
urged-up prizes laid by
the sea  homaging the altar-shore  
bow and back away  alters shore
worships alone   alone
except for me and sky
and seagulls cry  alone alone
sea catches in my heel-print
cup sieves to empty
someday hair streaked
blue heron gray   no light
to mark my arch and jag
of low shadow lifting
over leaden breakers

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