ocean of breeze less ease
drowning out the miner
pale of genteel praise
carries foul waters off the liner
washing away the much too tragic
tattoos of a good fortnight's flea
forever, to the endless bottom of a
chillingly placid grave of catastrophe
a brash but necessary burning of holes
takes the faces from the water's cream
like crests
and pulls more than a thousand plenty
tears to her darkly sweet oceanic breast
while wishing a last fair thee well to
all previously feared as stolen mistakes
as she closes up her watery taker's shop
to commandeer pulses of yet another of
many far off yet disturbed lakes.........
(April 4, 1994 am)