Saturday, August 30, 2008


the islands
long and grey as animals

air bright and wet
water silver as mercury

sliced by the keel

stretched on the bow
hot as a mirror
you take my hand

you open your mouth to laugh
the islands laugh
for the last time
past your even white teeth

Poem from 1988 - for BDR.
Photo: Palm in Port Charlotte, Fla.


Barbara said...

This is very powerful. I found myself asking so many questions by the time I reached the last line. Wow! Profound.

Reya Mellicker said...

You wrote that poem? It's beautiful! Very moving. Thank you so much for sharing this.

Katie said...


I love your blog!

Squirrel said...

air bright and wet.

love it.

ps have you heard of Swoon? I have her work on my blog today. I figured you'd know all about her.

tut-tut said...

This is a great poem. Have you published it, beyond your blog?

dennis said...

Dennis loves the picture. Dennis loves orange.

Steve Reed said...

I just realized I never answered Tut's comment. Yes, this poem was published, in a literary journal called "Tin Wreath" in 1990.

Steve Reed said...

See the next day's post for more info: