Coney Island
the earth smelled sweet,and hot to touch
her pelvis wide upon my watch
her corset taut
her spirit thin
she rumbled,
ROARED in every ear
cascading gold throughout the shade,
and chasing every sun-drenched hair
upon the backs of those who'd come
who'd gathered here
to splash and wade
all glory-bound beneath the sun.
The earth smelled sweet,
her pulse serene
her breath a waltz upon the sand,
and on these rocks I sat a queen
with royalty throughout the land
for we were all
once more what we
had always been and always seen
once more we buoyed on the throne
threw off our rags
and raised our chins
and in her splendor and her heat
once more we saw
how all are kings.
Poetry by sasha khrebtukova
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Written on 2007-04-14 at 19:19
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