No Mere Shining Rock


No mere shining rock to beat so–

she sings

of life, lust,

the language of spring-mad

and if


waxing there

through blue rain- shadowed mist—


When I cry why?

Moon says, “I am music.

Sleep sweetly

as I play

light-spray of storm and sky.”


Screen Shot 2019-06-01 at 7.08.12 AM

Poem from my Saturday morning visit to the Oracle.

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