and there go dream streams, popsicles of color,
rude shapes of violet red scarlet green,
ghosts of skin, happy teeth, excited eyes,
sand filling hourglasses, every hour of our lifetime.
Still the course is clearly marked, the inlet set,
the island chained between two paths of river.
Spring comes again into our consciousness,the tall hickory, a Rose of Sharon, thick oak.
A jaybird stranded last November
welcomes the songbirds surrounding her
and we who have one gold coin fixed in our hand
let it fall onto earth to become seed.
None of us wishes to pay for safe crossing.
| Copyright © 2021 by Michael H. Brownstein Michael H. Brownstein’s volumes of poetry, A Slipknot Into Somewhere Else and How Do We Create Love?, were published by Cholla Needles Press in 2018 & 2019, respectively. |
A rich chest of images & allusions, to provocate and allure, time & time again, elusive comprehension continually playing hide-and-seek with us! Michael, you are a master illusionist!
ReplyDeleteThank you for your most kind words.
ReplyDeleteMichael, your references are always as interesting as they are eclectic. I'm sure I recognize the parable of the gold talents and the rich man's servants. As always, worth any time it takes to run down a reference.
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