Nature has Candor
Nature has condor,And deceptive, too,
Like the pitcher plant.
She lengthens shadows
To gelid, slate-blue-
Ibis vanishes.
Hot tempest gathers,
Hair becomes a bush,
Skin tastes like the sea.
The swash-zone recedes,
Crabs munching clear mush-
Jellies swath the sands.
Sweet thoughts converging
With virason, lofty,
'Neath quivering palm,
At seaside café,
Inhabiting thee,
In amber gloaming.
Poetry by Soup in the Sand
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Written on 2011-09-27 at 19:17
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