On that hillside
above the harbor
of Sounion
near the Temple of Poseidon
now just a marble skeleton
in those sacred precincts
where we talked and talked
loved one another why remake
the whippoorwill
if the forest is gone
once inside time
it will never end
then it will
just want to start up again
in any flower there’s
the whole geology of human feeling
moving in a clockwise way
as a star or as a scent.
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I enjoyed many of your recent ones. I think this one was my favorite.
I see the spiral appears in your poems muchly lately.
i'm drawn to that shape too.
it's really the shape we're all in, but nature loves that shape.
the arm turning around the darkness.
so beautiful in the chambered nautilus or anywhere else.
Thanks, Bill. Have you been to Sounion too? Possible to spiral back in time there I found.
Nope.
I have been here the whole time.
hehe.
xo
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