Monday, February 7, 2011

Savannah, GA pt. 1

Your palm frond hands and Spanish moss
Drip with unspoken secrets
Your heart haunted by the figures
Dancing in the light of the magic of your eyes
And did my momentary foot touch
Where the great ones trod, like Sherman’s pride
I breathe in the heat of your living history
And touch my own experience on earth
Eternal as the mayfly
Savannah, your comedies and tragedies
Whisper in the sea-grass
Your gothic beauty wrapped in silence and history

1 comment:

  1. Really enjoyed the hints of history "Sherman's pride" "gothic beauty" :)


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