Thursday, September 29, 2011

State, Ohio

At last I see the moon
slicing through the trees
wherein fireflies
paint its air spilling
fluorescent gasoline,

beneath the canopy
setting flames
above the dew
of grass
that everlasting
wholly mast just
for me to grasp,

where I sleep
is here in Ohio
wholesome in the heart
for an endless tomorrow,

that west I've sought for
is to be mine at last
steering from the stern
into the unending vast.

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