Kerseja. New Poem.

Posted on March 2, 2012

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Kerseja

By feeling stone chiseled, calloused
Marbles
from out of a pirate’s jar
             
                                  I have made gold

And am talking to you
With a peg-leg

Where a hook arm was.

Wind blows my promises
Across     the seam of an island

Where tiny, mad children
Reconvene

to sand castles,
hiding    jubilant    treasure..

                     Burying us.

Justin Kirby, Copyright 2010.

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