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LAce Posted Monday, October 12th, 2009
Mastodon clouds
Amy Cudden

Mastodon clouds
Lie beached on the far sky
The tide
Sucks a smooth rock
set
for perpetuity
In a sea weeded groyne.
An infant cupped to a shaggy neck.

Sundried, dull and saltybrown;
Licked, sucked and damp,
An amber ember.
Warm as day,
Round as a marble,
Smooth as handskin
Salty as chips.

My Hair is stiff and swinging
Is a bucket
Of live, Clicking shells-
A sloshbox of treasures
Eclipsing what I left on the blanket
Archived in piles

The sky is a wet chalk pit with an orange burn
Sand bars rear up, hump
Like whale backs,
Waters rise and
Espy
from dry heights
a
Protozoan black squiggle dancing on the moon.
Another struggling, swallowed iteration-
With a shadow-

And walk on I.
Pacing the shade creeping from dune depth
To gold crest, speck to speck
Disappearing
And holding out empty hands to time.

The raving sunstunned wander done,
I stretch shedding moments like scales.
All left behind
Like the slowly filling footprints that followed me here.
To the edge of day.

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Posted by Donna Levy [ donnachka@cox.net ] on Tuesday, October 13th, 2009 at 4:26 PM
Excellent! It is a joy to read good poetry. Love, Donna



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