She showed me the way
toward my soul.
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Just hours before an opalescent moon Waxed in the sky over Brezoria County Brightly freckled by the Alphae Librae And the Zubeneschamali, the northern claw, A green chemical engineer witnessed The most beautiful miracle of life, appearing As an infant child with sea-colored eyes. After, in the makeshift neonatal unit Of tiny Brazosport Community, He thought about the woman his child would become.
The relentless wind of a January day should keep my sails full.
Everyone’s past,
present & future are dust
in a Holocene sandstorm.
When the epic gusts
rest at last,
our histories will be recast
in slapdash ways: the East
& the West
will overlap with Arctic icecaps.
A latex slip, ribbed for her pleasure, is pregnant
with half-babies vainly swimming
in an open-ended tunnel capped with a reservoir tip.
Her intimates, intermingling with his pink
Polo shirt, lie curled up in a ball,
freshly unfurled from her young frame.
Tendrils, chiseled in stone-colored smoke
borne from a Camel Light, swirl in the dusky
incandescence before fading from sight.
Coltrane, on wax, carves a space in sound with his sax;
“Giant Steps” walks the room and scores the scene
until “A Love Supreme” conquers all.