The Diner
Here where all the bites are loaded
into passengers over the undulating
corpses of the sea.
Bring back our dredged,
collared slips of quicksand
where you sail over the hedge
into the loam with the cunning
of wizened old thieves:
between handfuls,
overt challengers of belonging
trapdoors in the whale doze
dreamt near a Jonah,
Here is where we meet again and again –
to double and as if
your glut and ours are merely
a comfortable pairing of hungry old friends.
5 comments:
'a comfortable pairing of hungry old friends.' ~ love this multi meaning..~ nice
love the last 4 lines!Have a great week!
You have woven a liminal zone, where the sea meets the land ...thanks
Beautiful write...thoroughly enjoyed this...
Thanks all of you and you especially Tess for motivating me with your lovely piece last Sunday.
Happy holidays to each.
Salaam
Post a Comment