Monday, June 25, 2012

PERDIDO NOON

                                     PERDIDO


Across the bay
another shore
not known before
bright white line
brought into being
by the sun at .

Midwater a black stump
looks like an antique turtle
swimming feckless
against the waves.

While on the deck   
festoons of light
and shadow interlace
as sweet birds of repetition
chase each other
                                    in preparation for progeny.

Catechism instructed us
to confess our sins
and then defined them for us,
but forgot to mention
this cleansing sacrament
of nature at ,
this diapason of simplicity.


                                      June 15, 2005

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