I know I missed yesterday's poem. I'm trying to decide if I will continue to post a poem a day. Then today, I felt like I just had to have one here, so this is it.
Harbor in the Afternoon, July 15, 2009
For hours we watched the blue spotted mantle shimmer.
Like translucent saucers made of current and wind
they spun the color wheel from French lilac, to pink mallow,
under blue, rinsed sky.
Emerald sea moss blackened the underside of each ambiguous dish,
as a million brilliant circles slid in unison like the train of dark gold satin off the lover’s shoulders in The Kiss. All afternoon she lay before us dreaming,
the mackerel weighted minnow baskets of her breasts just below the surface.
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