Back in California. Rain! Poem! I present for your commentary my first blogged work-in-progress:
LYCEUM IN RUINS
"A sense of doom informs the lynx."
Weeds, schist, an Artesian well:
élan in "a heavenly forge."
Turn back.
There is a human hand here
below the crumbling parapet.
Step on.
A floe (with seniors) leads to the cairn,
to the sniffling goat.
Collapse.
The crotch of time, a bridge
between catapults.
Collapse.
My reliquary brims over:
laurels in agar, a bag of drowned targets.
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