Best Antigua Poems

A wagon wheel across the stones
—ancient sounds

The death of night, the birth of dawn
—ancient sounds

The blood of my enemy drips from my sword
—ancient sounds

A voice from beyond, heard from within
—ancient sounds

(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)...

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Cooled off to take a sip; two.
Greedily waking up; fading
of the whole cup - butterflies,
trees, flowers; drips touching
the final vestiges of Antigua.

Fear ascended into the canopy,
slid along the line; work gloves,
gripping. Incomplete instructions,
lack of common sense, slowed
me down, with my feet off
the ground. Grounds remind...

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