Treasure Island

jerome moore


The scantalope crest these lusty plains
scouring for juices
for pith for rains

cunning nimbus interludes sailing by
the crumblng saintly pinnacles bending
torn between scylla and Charybdis
far from chablis pinot noir even blanc
-bone white dover teeth

Submitted: Wednesday, January 30, 2013
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