Monday, August 18, 2014

POEM: "Air Blows Through It"

Air Blows Through It

Nothing is real that wasn’t before
like a horsehead in a drum of fire
smoke floats on bone and fat

a hundred steps above the grotto
a hundred chances to get higher
I walk to the edges to be thrilled

it wants me killed a hundred times
I see a piece of honey glass
I take it and dive into the green

those old white walls so shining
below love clear deep water
love says splash doesn’t matter.

© 2012 Rob Schackne

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