O Shenandoah! Month of Remembrance ~ Four Poems





"tourbillon du soleil" *



Well, I fell for it --
laughing to play,
childishly winning,
adorable
through hurricanes and
acid days.

Tho reconformed,
at morning's rise
a recursive me
is still
barbs, poisons and sailors
whorling in siren seas.



sky * Fr. vortex of the sun






Where the heck am I?

Beam me back home

Whisk me away







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