Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Al Fresco Cafe Poems, No. 244


Al Fresco Cafe Poem #244


I have waited 244 days for Renata

Rain was hidden in the surrounding air that
rubbed its dampness over my cheek
spotted my forehead with invisible drops
cloud shadows give birth to a blue
That almost weightless sunk
to the lake's bottom
And sent out a deeper and darker blue
to circle around the stem bottoms
of purple toned water weeds
Washed away the water color washes
from the brain's galleries
Turned the nerves into mirror
that reflected
The coral colored lips
on the sand grains beneath the water.


Duane Locke

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