Sunday, March 22, 2009

Never Found


Never found. The moon near midnight.

Fog ridden sails head toward a ramshackle pier.

Water turns still. Never found. White.

Quiet. The wet of approaching evening. Never found

beatific peaceful repose.

An orange rests in a fruit basket. Yellow daisies

drop petals. A glass of water waits.

In the morning. Never found

the same way twice.

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