A frantic jellyfish, clear,
pulsing against the train window.
Her river-delta hair, red, dancing
in wind.
The entrails of a sow
eviscerated, pumping blood.
Two lovers meet, embrace
under gusting gray.
The sweet tears the salt
tears.
Ocean wending upstream,
rain down the mountains,
Mingling in the marshes.
Now,
thrashing at its swollen lip
infected with industrial plants,
the surging Hudson wails
in white-capped rage.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
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1 comment:
nice!
and another reminder of how hard it is to find the right words to praise a poet's work, without resorting to dorkish turns of phrase.
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