The sun, molten
dripping
up from the river,
spilling everywhere
Or,
more precisely:
the world rolling
in the warm shallows of space
perpetually, gracelessly
:
My favorite line of poetry
deals with sun on the water
"Ah light--
moving westward down the Mississippi."
Light as boats capsizing,
the endless glint of it.
:
Rereading,
the line is different
(vertical, not westward)
and the boats
another poem entirely
and isn't that always
the case?
:
Shot through with gold
fog scraping the bark
of the evergreens
is also sun on the water
if I choose it to be
And
I have misunderstood
every last moment
on this planet but
it is still
beautiful. |
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