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– Poetry:  Table of Contents –

 

    13. And This I Dreamt, and This I Dream...
12. The Flood 11. Somewhere a Lost City 
10.

Our Lost City

9. New York in the Rain
8.

A Poem Lost

7. A San Francisco Mythology
6. A Night of Sulphur 5. And Silent Silent Silent Go
4. Jazz Wafts 3. Sara
2. The Path 1. The Blues Brothers (7-9er)

 

 

 

 

A Night of Sulphur
 

A night of sulphur
    in the garden
       with winding trees
          exquisite breeze
 

but sulphur ling’ring
    in the air
 

and in the blue heather
  I heard
      a girl’s voice
          clear as the moon
 

follow me down
  she sang, she cried
      follow me down
         down
            down
                to the riverside
 

so I left my bench
   and jumped the trail
      which
          hov’ring on
              that perfect
                           voice
 

made its way
   to southern shores
      the voice called on
          away, anon
 

follow me down
  it sang, it cried
     follow me down
        down
           down
               down to the riverside
 

and at that river
     silent shore
all voices converge
     in quiet waves
             had it been I
                 who’d dreamt
             that voice,
                       the last
                           of fading
                       childhood
                                     days?
 
 

 

 

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And Silent Silent Silent Go
 

And silent silent silent go
the last footsteps
of falling day
 

and silent silent silent fall
the glor’ious stars
of our decay
 

I stood nearby
affixed
in thought
as you peered through
the spying glass
 

to southern shores
dark blue
   beneath
       the fields
          and rolling
          hills of grass
 

I said to you
my friend
my love
one day these shores
will cease
to be
 

but you looked on
adrift
in thought
as the waves
   rolled forward
                  silently
 
  

 

 

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Jazz Wafts
 

Jazz wafts
through the darkness
of the lake. . .
past hunched trees
and grass
like clumped rice,
tissue-paper clover,
past glazed sand
and gravel
in the road,
forgotten boulders,
past street lamps
and their pale
amber glow.
 
On a boulder
sits a bottle.
It asks for nothing,
gives nothing in return.
 
The blank hum of crickets.
 
“It so happens I am sick of being a man. . .”
 
I leave the bottle
         and walk on,
                 into the darkness. . .

 
 

 

  

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Sara
 

Sunlight.
Her face was narrow.
The luminescent green sea.
Her elegant neck and slight fingers.
Silver jewelry.
To grow up when it was fashionable to be young.
Mistakes and great happiness conquered the world.
 
This is the impression twisted.
She smiled and talked and took careful inhalations of another
                                                                                          cigarette.

 
 

 

 

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The Path

 

Down the path
     still water
          the fallen birch
               like a charm
               encased in black glass
     moonlight
            soft glow of
                    hidden cabin

 
 

 

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The Blues Brothers (7-9er)

 

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