Sunday, 28 August 2011

Ocean Alone by Allan Peterson

Wasps are hunting under leaves
for the late sleepers
Every glitter is a sound below hearing
or we would go deaf from the ocean alone
aspens and cottonwoods
or the little crossed wires slicing wind
beside the horses





Allan Peterson, USA

3 comments:

Martin said...

"Every glitter is a sound below hearing..." Wonderful.

Carol Steel 5050 said...

Lovely images and sounds.

green village said...

good poems, awaited the next edition