Light cupped
in a lantern queries
the depths— Even when I
don't move from this spot,
I will hear the smallest spoons
crack the backs of waves.
*
Fortune favors the (brave,
good, bold)— each station
sways, suspended in a ferris
wheel. The view from below,
as above. Sky larger than you;
a couch frayed from overuse.
*
Drape a sheet across
two clotheslines to make
a tent. The quality of
the photograph gives a clue
about its date. But doesn't it
grow more beautiful as it fades?
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
