By | 1 November 2014

what do you till
of your grass roots?
bay mud & mescal
the jejune litanies,
webbed to the windsurf
briefly – the tissue of a tea
leaf potion for my past
i misread always
the open sesame
& so too life an immigrant
in a stormed boat as it
drifted from
coast to coast
without oars
without mast

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