the pale ambassador

to a.h.
That warm bright California rage
throws sunspears, tans smiles to leather.
a place half-here, half-there, still home
only in irritating sense of red, white, blue.
The racing dry river of midwest west
covered by the metal plane’s bridge.
Knowns dot it, rocks breaking the stream
with turbulence and glances downwards
Here seen a velvet envoy, from a land far flung,
Always scratching letters, [...]

Filed under: verse | Posted on December 12th, 2005 by palmer

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