The Poet's Black Drum
       

Come in the silent acting in a dream now wayfarer

come back from that deepest paradise

where all that haven't breath the breathless mouth

may summon: Tell us all about your journey fishing::

barbell: stony teeth in the throat: aching shoulders:

and what Florida locals call tailing (the drifting fleece)—

drum underneath the flutter—: fecund

with slender parasites: beauty's flesh::

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from Entwined: Three Lyric Sequences
Tupelo Press
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