Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Fascicle [7]


Gone to the cove, in the cave no one knew was here.
I spare the sky my gaze. I was born here.

The waves add music to horizon.
Crawl through to enter the ocean.

I’ll go back now where you pretend to be waiting.
Who could ever be content living without singing?

(4 September 2013)

copyright by Floyce Alexander

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