a breeze,
that barely causes candle flame to flutter,
nor fireside flame to quiver,
a breeze that has dawdled its way
across a warm salty ocean,
absorbing and wrapping itself in a perfume of life living,
a breeze that enfolds around like a blanket,
touching and sultry but, hardly [...]
always the pool,
poetry, essays, and movies
say the word ‘tranquil’,
and there’s a ubiquitous bloody pool,
involved,
and lurking deep,
below, the green and blue,
smoothness (‘like glass’ for goodness sake)
lies the crackeny-beast,
driving the evil new fascist submarine,
under,
the blackness of moonless night,
manufacturing surface pure reflection,
protection from,
the evil lying [...]
before tranquility, wait,
before silence, soon,
after the heavy rain has fallen,
as the wind walks away,
then the darkness parts her curtains,
the conductors baton raised as we
hold our breath, before we hear,
the hesitant birdsong speaking of life,
with [...]
