Tuesday, March 7, 2017


Your mind
has trajectories
    of serenity
murmuring at the lines
of his newspaper
suspended as a poet rocks
   into silence on a surf board
over the Venice Beach wind
reads off the  obituary page
on the recent death of his partner
he reaches into a pathway
of supreme confidence in a life
now aflame in a consciousness
manifest in a repose
until he weeps
in sundered parts of his soul
that no one could reach.

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