Benjamin Michael Clark

(06/22/90 / Mattydale, NY)

The Fox


Sighting of a Fox on the beach
The presence of our ancestors falls
upon our waking spirits
While we talk about reincarnation
While we speak of our visions
While we wash away chocolate-
covered-almonds
With Pinot Noir

& How I adore you
As the rain falls
& Tickles our cheeks-
Rain dance - I pick you up -
your legs Around my waist -
we're in rush-

scents of you
running up my nostrils -
so distinct - overcoming
The smell of the shore -
one kiss
two kiss
three kiss
four

next kiss somehow better than before -

We follow our ancestors'
footsteps' in the sand -
until we make our own -
only to find them retraced by
our Great - Great - grandkids everlasting -

the Fox features diamond eyes
cutting sharply into the night -
We evaporate & our spirits
glide like zephyrs past everything
we ever were
& into everything we'll ever be-

Submitted: Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, June 10, 2014
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  • Emily Beck (7/4/2013 8:55:00 PM)

    You've left me speechless. I only wish I could write like this. You've managed to grab hold of all those wonderful feelings I always have trouble describing. Did I say, speechless..? Yeah. (Report) Reply

  • Danny Draper (6/27/2013 3:13:00 AM)

    Romance and ancestral presence in land and mood and culture forever entwined. An interesting write and mix of emotions and ideas. (Report) Reply

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