across the miles
through swaying chants
of cornfields, psalms of snow,
to sea, flat cool-
white sand, jazzed
waves, the syrinx song
of oystercatchers.
Micanopy Palms, oil on canvas by Mary Bast |
Edward Hopper days:
palm trees etched
on turquoise sky, a painting
lonelier than death.
To halt the salty
appetite of blue
I think of
risqué words,
of robin's eggs
and Bessie Smith:
no one to tell
your troubles to.
Published in Silver Birch Press, "Where I Live Poetry & Photography Series," March 2015
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