Thursday, January 10, 2013

Anchor Brain

Too lost be a sailor ever
Today I gave it up.

I typed up "lady sailor"
and it did not give me hope.

squinty highway missteps,
since August looking for an object

To use as a token of worth
its lessening, and so to get the goods.

Bah, it's nothing, a thickening of tiny words.
I've lost the bank, the building, I'll never join the circus

My salt to your window, a garden patch of blue
but not knowing north, nor strength, a gardener I am not

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