Strep Throat #4Yes, that's right, I do in fact have strep throat again!!! Woohoo!. I don't know what it is, but I just keep getting it. I've begun reading
Ishmael, and am enjoying it greatly.
Today's PoetryConcinnityI speak to you,
as one talks to waves lapping against a sandy shoreline,
we'll collect our thoughts in pitchers,
and watch them dissolve, as rain drops pour in,
I'll ask you every day, "are you terrified yet?"
but somehow, we won't be,
and slowly we'll tread the water,
leaving impressions and ripples,
as we buffet each other subtly, slowly, reciprocally,
addicted to heart-felt caprice, and love,
hopelessly quixotic, to the point of dissolution,
slowly piecing together a mosaic of two,
a recipe for blowing glass in an orange red hue,
and like Daedalus and Icarus, on wings of wax we flew,
and our love will burgeon, like sunflowers climbing toward the sun,
killing off the brambles that would choke us, immune to their stinging glances,
slowly we intertwine, as the last embers of day leap into the wind,
even as darkness wrings out light,
for each other we fight, even as the maelstrom grows,
