LAND & SEA
FOR THE FLIGHT-VICTIMS
one if by land, two if by sea
The labyrinth of your fingerprint,
Sophie. The human touch,
impregnable (not much).
Love’s murmur in sleep – rue, mint...
only rumors, next morning.
Kuala Lumpur, O
KL! Five years ago now.
Humid trance-kayak, flush with beaming
taxi-drivers (& one friendly Parsi
from Indie-archipelago).
Quiet storefront Tao-
templa. Shrines, mosques...
all side-by-side (recumbent lakes
amid brass moped squalls).
Phoebe & Khaled’s
tropical apartment (your namesakes’
Polynesia to come). Long flight
Boston Los Angeles Seoul
(Malaysia Air). All
to knit my future son, in law (bright
Baba-to-be, Sophie). They fall
into the sea, these planes.
Or to the earth. Cranes
drift to Missouri... elegant, sprawl
(regal, awkward) in the naked stream.
All the birds of the air
shall make nests... where?
OK, acorn (steep cowpoke dream).
7.22.14
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