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 Gaze



Gaze
 
Climb on the roof to be close to the stars
 
In the city's unheavenly glow
They barely show their faces:
So shy--
Gleam in an ancient's eye
 
Rude, graceless prisons of concrete
Ramps like roller coasters
Forgotten streetlamps
Good only for leaning
Object to blades of grass
 
A live oak and the sea
Ever wait for me
 
Where stars poured from bottles of blue
Shower sparks
And a rosary of wishes
Into black
 
Still a half moon rises golden
From its summer at the shore
Over this fool's pageantry
Of angry distractions
 
My gypsy heart
Has stolen the other half
To light my way back to waves
 
And illuminate the giants of my memory

from Cathedrals
Sept.3, 2011
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 



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