3/1/22

Concrete Spires (a poem)

 

Water so lonely, dark and deep
auden shore echo eagles reap
land moves to stark
mariner rhyme arts
three-quark marks
lever sleep

Kelp, welks and otter disappear
bear hungry eyes gaze through the years
lifelessness upstream
silent crush shushed green
mis en scene
life’s mirror

Consuming fires with prion plans
ant hill spire generations span
Promethean vibes
soon gave up and died
so they lied
with word bans.

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