The World of B.Z. Niditch
Monday, September 8, 2014
RADIO WAVES
Radio waves
to us
on the oars armpit
as lobster seekers
with their nets
on the boxwood boats
hear my music
setting out
early
to a Beat poet's muse
scenting the rain
in the home harbor's
first light.
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