Shores of Amnesia

Alan Britt's poem Oops! Christmas '04 appeared here in January. He gives us a very different poem here. 


Shores of Amnesia
(for Nicomedes Suárez-Araúz)
By Alan Britt

Heavenly pleasure to misread the clock.
Hours sag like skeletons.
The hourglass sheds her mother-of-
pearl blouse.
Thoughts drift on an ocean of bare white shoulders
rippling their way across the shores
of amnesia.

 

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