Travelers Welcome

Travelers Welcome

Thursday, November 10, 2011

1020 Ocean

by Susan S. Keiser

No one thinks
to dream

Black Mercy
scrapes, churlish
from sense-slick

long ago

I was often there
in promenade,
sick by the clevelander,
pools dissolving
into dead or dying eyes

borne on
tres delinqentes
in its full descent
to plasma-blue

2 bleu,

ce ciel est bien au bleu.

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