LOOKING OVER MY SHOULDER.(Poem)

Poetry | October 1, 2001| | Copyright 
 
   without wife, issueless, breath 
   turning frost 
   an easy slide out of happiness 
 
   I came here 
   to Key West 
   in winter, wanting to be closer 
   to moorings 
 
   --nearer the seashells' story 
   of chance--rather than stay there 
 
   for old explanations 
   of love and lust 
   repeated 
 
   a fish stench riding 
   the breeze, decay and fecundity 
   smell the same to me 
 
   irony is no help 
 
   everywhere I look I see 
   the broken reef 
   crowded with life 
 
   its swift tale 
   a sea exchange in minutiae 
 
   ...

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