what I’m after is
what everyone is after
is not after not
before not a what
but is oh oh this away
the moon hits the when
Category: sestinas
Postlude to Mourning Serendip
At dawn, heaven breathes
over the earth, we are home
in soft grey light, lost
in waves of stillness
catching, throwing, returning
us to seas of love
The Notion of Order at Montauk
Roy Herndon Smith Oh! Blessed rage for order, pale Ramon —Wallace Stevens Sitting on the stool, in the dark, in the back room of the b and b, I can't see Mary dreaming of what I know I do not know, but feel as clearly as I hear the crashing…