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


Poetry24 said...

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

Carol Steel said...

Lovely images and sounds.

green village said...

good poems, awaited the next edition