Poetry In Motion pg. 4

cerulean Summer:
     the whole marina clapping
     the blue of liberties mad
     with freedom
…gracefully thy uncommon swaying craze
flows of recognized bounty

brilliant: the sun;
earthbound hostages were you and
frenzied,
perfectly unaccustomed to deepend’s expectation

nerves of other stars,
     my lifetime a tingling calm
     Afloat with hopes beyond
     any particular heaven
And the rain…

desolate heaven
of rocks, the air a clear crime,
the season of rhyme

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