faces like old Florentine oak

It was tempting, but in the end, Henry and I did not hi-jack the boat. Opossum Bay, January 2011.

I think that we need a little boat. Or a big boat. One of the two.

Or maybe a submarine. Or some other kind of submersible vehicle.

A hydrofoil?

No, what we need is an ekranoplan!

Apology, William Carlos Williams

The beauty of
the terrible faces
of our nonentites
stirs me to it:

colored women
day workers—
old and experienced—
returning home at dusk
in cast off clothing
faces like
old Florentine oak.

Also

the set pieces
of your faces stir me—
leading citizens—
but not
in the same way.

Comments

Roddy said…

Get me a price on it. The kids and I can go fishing. You can come too if you can fit in.

12 February 2011 at 18:08

Carola said…

So beautiful.

It's good to have a boat. And even better when you live close to the sea.

13 February 2011 at 00:25

Kris McCracken said…

Roddy, five million dollars.

Carola, I might get a boat.

One day.

14 February 2011 at 17:19

Roddy said…

Ok. So are you going to go guarantor on the loan?

15 February 2011 at 05:33

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