THE SWEETENING SHADOWS
The smell of plum jam
trespasses sweetly
through all those
shadowed cracks
and corners.
Evening ripples
ruffle the
polish
of heavy-metal waters
and sweetness rides quicksilver
the
salted winds
of the estuary.
Next night again
the sugared darkness
breathes.
Published in Famous Reporter, n.26, December 2002, p.17.
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