Chicano Poet

Monday, May 13, 2013

Perfect Storm

She was dangerous
blame her charms

no blemish
in her mind

the sea breeze
hung onto itself

a sandpiper
installed pipes

the love they made
swirled into view

two ships in the night
darker and darker

their hulls scrapping
against each other

exchanging rust
below the waterline

while a lonely porpoise
rode the bow wave.


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