Painting by Kay Robinson
Poems Written In Exile At Lake Morton, No. 26
Incense awakened the body
While the soul dozed.
A drop of wax, hand-shaped,
Slid down the candle’s hips.
Inside body, a warm summer rain;
The altar, now a poppy.
She, dark-haired, pressed
The hymn book against her thigh.
He rubs a seashell
Concealed in his shirt pocket.
He looks at her dark hair,
Runs out into the black-suited street.
Duane Locke
Posted over on Sondra Ball
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