Thursday, March 23, 2006

Capitalized

My memory is in fashion.
I looked.
I overcame the obstacle,
to feel in myself. . .
a great light.
A quality of fresh fish from
the safety net.
I smell the sweet ocean mist;
I can taste it - it is the coast.
The tale of a Portuguese
arctic chill.
Magical, fighting-animals:
of prey.
Magically; fought.
Bastardized?!
The midst of a mentality set horizon.
The thought has resulted.

No comments: