Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Poem: water


  
made a speech the last day of the strike
I made the Pakistanidean
turn over in his house
the palace could not contain the strikers
man’s politeness, arm around my shoulder
I walked with him by the jeweled
lake where a trust of sky
spotted the earth with vines
found words lying about
coiled amidst   stones
nectar of cactus   air of the
unatomed   desert
a place to walk   signs of unwritten
perhaps you can see them now
                          

waterplacards them 

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