Today's poem is by Eileen Hennessy
Just off the hummingbird highway
down a winding packed-sand road
with serious crickets
nattering in the grassy shoulders,
our right little tight little
city lies in the path of everywhere else.
In half a thousand years
no one has ever mapped all
its comings and goings. It has
old pastel spirit, patient sea, restless new
walls made of blue glass blocks,
view-yards where we watch
the deep past
dance, dive, rise to the angel
in the rafters of the squinting sky.
At night it. sleeps
in the shadows cast
by the grass and the sea, the five stars hung
from hooks in the wilderness sky,
the moon soft and sandy in the west.
The river babbles about the gibbons
roosting in the trees.
Copyright © 2012 Eileen Hennessy All rights reserved
from This Country of Gale-force Winds
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