Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Landfall


Landfall

I glassed you from the deck of a brig at
anchor, ashore, passing through trees, keen for
a new word for an old horizon line
broken, while I made for land, heedless, blue
beads in return for your eternal claim. 
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