Orange is the Colour of Word
Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration. - Carl Sandburg
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Splashdown
She struggled to remember why she chose
to walk the plank.
It was easier to recall the splashdown
as her body smacked the surface.
Everything blue, top to bottom
particularly his eyes fixed full of sea
with the steady resolve of a sailor.
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