Friday, August 26, 2011


Cast-off sandals
become grave markers
stamping the last place
her feet touched earth.

A seagull glides
past an eye carved
out of the glare, an evening sun
that has seen her slip
through tongs of light --

sea-splashed and arching
her female shape
against an ether
of smooth marble. The sky

absorbs her life, leaving
a book on the sand
to tell his name , The Body Thief,
and a leather bag shining

black as midnight
in a courtyard where
he was once a god

fanned by poplar trees,
and prayed to by a girl
whose virgin hair rippled
the darkness with firelight.

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