THRU LONG FOG HORN PETALS

does incense burn for these words
smoldering for the spirit of language
as with the eastern surf engulfing meaning
walking by the tide
the image of a poet greater
than i
thru mist and smoky wave
thru long fog horn petals

what life is this
candling firefly and egg shell lamps
cupped in fragile glowing hands
and slipping by illusion
guiding a crescent moon
canoe

all my written history hidden
under a river without end
food and housing    these clothes
the wind of ages
trembling at the surface
the rhetoric of time's faces

the trees and wet black bough

Harold Janzen


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