long, long, long time

Originally uploaded by zavodk.

& in the evening-the moon would
hang over Casco Bay like a lemon pie
sliced with cream & slit & more
& our feet would meld in the sand
fingers clinking bottles and naught
& in the evening the cormorants call
& their feet lift off perches that ache
for them to leave - but call out
STAY in a long creaking groan
& we were in want of sun
truly in the cast off daze
in want of a meal-
in search of mussels cast on the rocks
in the bay the ferries cross quickly
& the tankers glide softly through the ink-like waters
we keep seeing the changes & the call
deep on our rocky borders-knocking-clanking
searching for cavernous openings
in which to penetrate with folly
we are the denizens-
who nightly roam the shores
washing away our evidential steps-
but keeping in constant pace with the night-
it is we
who hear the sirens call
we
who line the blackness with light