Readers' Corner
Poetry: Parnassus, Best Band, and Birth
Birth
He modern seaman
done not with duty, gone godly,
dunking into the crucible,
served up the father for the mother
release. Having served he
understood my gang
With him then, when they all dove in,
riding plastic but detailed porpoises.
My purpose left to sacs, foam
forming,
leavening waves,
loving their rip
swell hit. I swam sideways,
and got out. Then still
him. Hope lapping up
and in that following,
all our music loosed and free. ![]()
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