nathan martin Poems
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Nantucket Nursery Rhymes
gardening back the perennial shade,
no time or reason to follow the wholly
mammoth into his grave.
wandering whale songs through a nantucket
wheather vain storm in the plow and bury
the fishnet parable.
a sower of seeds carries the mythic legend,
the horse drawn mantle and the weary knuckle.
but let the sea drown in its own sorrows.
for there is a harbor of stories in the dry
leaf bed of an old teacup on the porch.
the ambient light of the colodial silver
half moons, half shiverers and half
Sometimes i wish i was sherlock holms
so i could wear a wool cap to write poems
then perhaps drink some tea and study my notes
to find the foggy killer who wears black coats
so in the night i would make my rounds
parting the mist with my hounds