Today's poem is by Ed Skoog
I rode my bike across the Argentine.
Marble arms rose for joy in the garden,
a slush of sculpture salvaged from wrecked ships
around Don d'Carlo's sandstone pen
carved from a boulder fallen from that cliff.
When I was a nude Sicilian youth, and had been
lounging on the piazza for a good hour,
above the sea, I heard a cry from the beach
and ran. A seal pup lay curled around
a stone. Someonemy brothers?had beat it
senseless, so I heaved the sack of fur
back to surf, the body cooling my body,
and swam some yards until it sank to green.
Back up the steps, I dried on the wall
fell to sleep forgot the beast and grew
athletic and kept my tongue back of my head
obeyed the trainer loved a girl she climbed
a tree beside the training yard to whisper
secret names from the arbor. War grew
as we slept. I fled across the sea
to escape conjecture; I biked all over
to build a body of forgiveness, the wheels
wearing down a new world of old roads.
I rode across the Argentine, my spokes
speaking for me, to the house of a friend.
I swam in the sea there, among the mangled steel.
A lost flotilla, the hemisphere
tapped in my ear, the ticking of whales,
the warnings of sand. And when I drowned
I sank slowly and meant every fathom.
Copyright © 2009 Ed Skoog All rights reserved
from Mister Skylight
Copper Canyon Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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