This late in the game, in our jade consciousness,
there is still innocence. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It peels the leather back,
it floods with exuberance the most open spaces<\/p>\n\n\n\n
watches the way an old port glimmers
as do beaches, boardwalks, plazas <\/p>\n\n\n\n
kids still thrill over the spinning of cotton candy,
(Marseille trades sailors’ pleasures for barbe \u00e0 papa?)
amazed at the magic of things — so outrageously
simple – <\/p>\n\n\n\n
and at night they walk back and forth along the water
talking, talking, among the oldest of pleasures<\/p>\n\n\n\n
as if they have to, they have to walk, it calms the planet\u2019s nerves
frayed as the old ship rope that is on its last skin<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
This late in the game, in our jade consciousness,there is still innocence. It peels the leather back, it floods with exuberance the most open spaces watches the way an old port glimmersas do beaches, boardwalks, plazas kids still thrill over the … Continue reading