Sunday, November 28, 2010

Laughter and Clarity

Laughter and Clarity

He rows with dew oars
toward the spot
where the wind begins,
the remote shore where he grows
in undisturbed silence,
and stares
at the ebbing moon,
the color of the world
which has not had a cradle
of pupils, and cries.

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