Day 5
Searching for Repose (vacation as therapy)
After riptide swimming atypical chilly sea;
after shattered Coronas in a village grocery;
after grilling fine steaks while wrestling off gulls…
Up on a roof deck, above the cottages
of Kinnakeet, I scan the sundown sky
for a projected full moon. The clouds are gestures
of smoldering gray, the heavens a glacial blue sigh.
But everything’s still brushed with that muddled whisk
of restlessness! So I scan the dusk for something
round, an arc, a semi-circle, disc
or curve of flawlessness, an isolate eye,
half-closed or almost open, an exception
to the rule of workaday time and space.
Out of the air, it comes, like a long-forgotten face.
A DIFFERENT FOURTH OF JULY
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I have looked for a suitable poem for the 4th of July this year. I examined
several old examples. All the while, however, there was a very unpleasant
feeli...
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