Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Monday, September 29, 2008

Poetry Parlor


Surf Stars


Buckle the tide
Let it crash into your belly
The wave
As frequent as a blink
Surf at home
Ride on Land
The warrior
Lets you swim in her tub
As you plug your cord into the sun
The stars at night
Reflect your debris
The morning invites you over