The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for August
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he gazes on the waters that move at a pace indifferent to his behind glass and high enough to sweep the river and the bay or closeby the shores lapping almost swift enough to see the tide but slow enough to pace the ships crossing the horizon moving (alive) unlike the clouds from the sky as we fly racing slowly above them they are frozen our prespective belies the pace of nature |
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it looks like death whereas the sea from the shore is life [and when he sees] the Promethian sunset scenes frozen gorgrous but still as we pass [instead of watching the disappearing sun, a slow reflection of heartbeat and pine] he sits aloft disjointed again content to reflect and watch admire ingly the landscape oil tanks |
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rails and shore beach slicked shipyards and crushed downtowns clustered crushing close to mother bridges daughter malls, presiding parking lots all slip by beneath like the sea out of scale out of time's way impassive going by the passage a way from the sea and the visions towards home [but] not the left 'from which trucks may enter' he strides towards time |