Peace

washes over me as a warm ocean today.
I lay submerged and breathing the
plasma lapping against the shore
as the tame curling silted breakers
of Galveston Bay.
I think of green tomatoes bearing
pristine dew hidden in tall
robust vines clinging to towering poles.
The old scores are settled
as suddenly they are not scores
at all but rather irrelevant mossy
stones shouting nonsense laying
scattered at the foot of a crumbling wall
foreboding still as it is ancient
standing darkly controversial in the fertile gloom.
For once I am breathing,
thinking of the large green tomatoes
ripening in the night to the sound
of the crickets announcing the arrival
of a turquoise dream.





Poetry by Peter J. Kautsky
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Written on 2006-12-01 at 01:43

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This text creates before my inner eye a vivid sequence of images, sounds and scents.
It happened to be my last read for this night, and I sincerely thank you for it!
2006-12-01