Sunday, March 4, 2012

Some Beach

Is there, deep in your mind/heart
the rhythm of the waves
so low and slow
its more felt
than heard.

Some Beech
Is there within you as well
It's leaves held tight
Through darkest, coldest winter's night
To shelter that one thrush
Who overwinters to be the first
Song to herald the spring.

Some bitch
Who licks and suckles her pups
Whose sweetmilk breath could soften
The most cold hearted warrior criminal
Lives in your breast as well

As climate change
Covers the beach beneath the waves
And kills the trees with wild swings
Of rain ,heat and cold
That bitch will give voice to sounds
Would cow a Rebel or a Banshee
Before she rips your heart in two.

Peter Peteet

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