butters
High on a Hill
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- Jul 2, 2009
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i cannot write the poem,
the poem must write me
like dolphins surf the pleasure waves
and incense hangs on Sunday air;
like candle-breath lifts paper sails
to float like yellow stars of hope;
like plankton blooms to paint a sea
and single drops of rain bejewel,
the poem's voice inside of me
takes this hand
makes its tool.
the poem must write me
like dolphins surf the pleasure waves
and incense hangs on Sunday air;
like candle-breath lifts paper sails
to float like yellow stars of hope;
like plankton blooms to paint a sea
and single drops of rain bejewel,
the poem's voice inside of me
takes this hand
makes its tool.