Napili Bay
And all its blues
From teal to cobalt
To indigo
Is a poem
The gecko’s
Upside down dash
To wrest a moth
From the air
Is a poem
The nearly naked
People on the beach
Young and supple
Flabby and flaccid
Each and every one
Is a poem
My daughter’s hand in my hand
Ice cream sticky on a
Muggy afternoon
Is a poem
The gentle breathing
Of my love in bed
Scarcely heard
Above the surf
Is a poem
Why even this handful
Of black bones
On white linen
Is a poem
Comments
joshua mertz
July 19, 2015
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yes
yes
as all things are music, so are all things poems
beyond words