Monday, October 29, 2012

Faved!: Bin Ramke's Curve of Pursuit

A point, a line, alignment. Lovely 
the lingering lights along the shore
as the century lays itself out for observation:

hunger and the youthful indiscretion. 
I am one of many, or not even one, 
but am of many one who watches the waves

and allows the particulate sand its say, say, 
its sound, susurrant. Of many one 
engaging the ear as if the Pacific

meant its name, as if the edge of 
continent contented us with boundary.
Draw a line from A to B. Live there.

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