Sunday, June 13, 2010

Journey to Avalon

Walk, don’t run
feel the warm sun on your uplifted face
the salt breeze on the beach
a cunning temptress
this one-life Goddess
Water dampened skin
remember the wet?
we float above the bottom
where the dark feeders lie
one toe tracing Wyeth’s sigh
Absolution wave
rolling across ancient sand
washing up anew
the perceived stain removed
then prayed for
the spray is underneath
and inside, above
wearing trinkets 
holding breath against chest
with nails, there is no exhale
the rock rolls away
carried by another wave
revealing an empty cave 
full of miracle and martyrs
and overgrown gardens

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