This poem was finalist in the NC Poetry Society contest's Poet Laureate category. It appeared on the NC Arts Council's Poet of the Week site.
I want the way the sun,
just before evening, threads
loose and trembling
through pines; want a nuance
slant and brilliant
as one pomegranate seed;
I want to celebrate the bend
of clouds, the purpose rooted
in a yellow moon.
After dark, I wander to that place
where trees divide, the stars
a fiery swirl of long-gone light -
I want that light.
And feeling wings unfold
an ecstasy no waxing sun can melt,
I lift into a blinding sky.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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