Friday, August 6, 2010

summer poem

Summer Playing Peace Pipes

Pairs of new green horse chestnuts
hang high

peer down
as they ripen before fall
spiny as urchins
(street urchins, sea urchins)

Inside, their invisible silk
pockets a red-brown core
(chested blood)

Lime-spined in the breeze,
smell of pine dyes, phlox,
supine, verbed to mean amatum
(to be about to be loved).

Everything waits for your gaze to face up.

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