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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3441 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Singing Holiday Card for Poets Bernard Henrie Salute! If I cannot sleep in your arms, where shall I rest? If I cannot laze in shadows that also shadow you, where shall I break and fall? At the wedding feast unfurl banners, send kisses like unleavened cakes, poke and prod the poems, locate messages and secret signs. Send to the street, welcome the patrolman, the father solemn as a Lincoln portrait, the timber wolf, the men and women locked in the recessed places of commerce. Send for the floor scrubber, the race track tout, pile books and drawings, stack clicking machines and cows still grazing on sweet sorghum. If I cannot sleep in your arms, where shall I rest? Set a good example, bathe the paws of leopards. Wipe up the face of weeping Crypts and Bloods, touch the gang placa, journey into unfamiliar streets lost even to the sea mariner, whispering lanes twined through ocean front homes locked and afraid, disarm the sentries. The little bulb of life is lighted up for fish, for wild ivy, the wind fall apple and all that we do not see or easily touch and know. The sweat pea’s shade is halfway ahead, If you cannot water the timber wolf, propel the wafer one thin kilometer closer to paradise. If you cannot say the marriage vow to others, say it to yourself. Tonight we rejoice and soar, our winter cloak billows in the cold night, cheeks streaked with tears and shaking with laughter, we send out to those who still seek. tonight we rise on wings of great spirit rejoicing, so that honking geese must wonder who joins the flight, circles and turns out front. |
