Friday, September 9, 2011

Love Poem Moderating Creeley, Robert That Is

 Love Poem Moderating Creeley, Robert That Is

I walk miles
to keep the fat
at bay. The ocean
lies hundreds
of miles west
on a road. To you,
I speak in riddles
out of finding the sparkle
of facets. Water
mixes with salt
in my body and pours
from small holes
in my skin. You are
found among our flowers
clearing the space
of weeds. And men,
who live close by,
sand a new deck
and soon will be
staining. Glass windows
break with a rock
thrown out of summer
boredom. Done with
work, on the way
home, I make
my way past the teen-
agers. Ancients spoke
of love in parables
that were like secret
boxes boy love to hide
stuff. By feathers
shed to make room
for new ones, I
walk by and on
to home. Go.

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