a short note on the sparseness of language (after Diane di Prima)

the sea is a thousand shiny
lights moving as one forming a
silvery island in the distance it

washes the wan winter from my
skin and leaves the
salty color of summer I

consider the horizon, the myriad blues and
greens and how many cliches it
will take before I am finally clean


San Miguel de Allende, Mexico

Linda LainoComment