Friday, May 25, 2007
Song for the End of a Day
Lead me through the open sky.
A swallow hangs beneath my belt.
A blue field sweeps to a snow-capped peak.
And night-time wets its stubbly bed.
A brown arm hovers in the warmth.
A stray cloud billows off the ridge.
I’ll hold the leaf above your lips.
I’ll hide the ocean in your sleep.
// posted by George Manka @ 11:41 AM 
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I like this poem, George --- the elegant series of images --- the way it draws inward to its tantalising close.
ps, huge swells of wedding cake, howling wind high in the palm trees
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ps, huge swells of wedding cake, howling wind high in the palm trees
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