twelve blocks down the mountain
straight shot to the water
the final stretch paved and wide
a third of a moon winking me by
there was this seagull
and there were these signs, then
there was a ship
like a notch in the sky
the Panama Rebel's
reflection dance
below the horizon
above the lights
picked up where I left
and hit the street running
in February stride
these days in the night
2011
I was thinking about how often a line from one of your poems will roll around in my head for a day or two. Like this:
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like a notch in the sky
Thank you for telling me :) It's funny, I probably got the inspiration from your photo of the ship and the hills, they're clear-cut along the tops like notching the sky, and the houses and ship feel similarly out of place, out of their element in the elements. Plus it inspired me to get down there that night and see what I would see :)
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