Barbara Field

(Boston, Massachusetts, USA)

On The Beach - Poem by Barbara Field

The image in the camera is the eye
Of the circus.
A meal found at the Fairway at the Cape;
Asparagus, pointing the same direction.
Footprints go off near the knowing of a name.
The ocean measures thyme jumping, filled with salt,
Salted on a steak.
The mitten and circles on a wonder bread hand.
What of squares of sand, pasta and the past.
Like a salad with nothing to do but color my world, green and red.
We color the table cloth with crayon like children.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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