Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Tell Me a Story, Weathered Soul (Barry Spacks)

Cleaving the Earth

"Tell Me a Story, Weathered Soul"

among the bamboo
simply sitting, while crows caw
simply cawing

the curve of the hills…
the way the  clouds love to
touch down upon them

walking Hendries Beach
low tide shows the jagged rocks
we so soon forget

meditator's tangerine:
emptiness as form,
color scent taste bliss

the yellow pistil
erect in the lily’s cup—
absolute androgyny

across this calm sky
if only he wouldn’t paint
his mud–ugly name

Barry Spacks

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