Poem Of August - Poem by Tony Towle
The decision is for continuing?
The plans are as impetuously dispatched,
the note to the embassy is as mandatory,
and as scattered as the Indies,
as useful as calcium,
your persimmon smile,
brown as the South Sea,
bring me to Gauguin
with the precision of fountains;
because these your demonstrations
I find irresistible;
you arrive with the persuasion of evangelists,
the silence of steam
and I am intrigued by your distance,
on a balcony of bright weather,
invited to burn.
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