by Greg Hall
The full-breasted daughters of ocean Arrive inside the white arms of night This is the hollow hour when sleep Suddenly is driven out with pine-branches The hour of three inside its long tunnel Resounds with iron and dripping water An owl glides on silent wings And one’s hands hang empty by one’s side Ears straining for the faintest sound And the white page transformed to an animal Able to eat one alive if it so chooses The stars in the bay water wait without motion The blue heron stands inside a moment made of blue steel The small white fish immobile not daring to move The fog ceases to drift and remains married Surrounding the black trunks of pine-trees Embraced by the white arms of the night…
Greg Hall will be a featured poet along with Steve Arntson at the Nov. 20th Thursday Gig at the Stone Griffin Gallery at 287 Campbell Ave. in Campbell, CA with potluck starting at 6:30 PM and poetry reading starting at 7:30 PM (more info. mentioned above).
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