11.15.2012

sister-poet

for Kerry
buoy me, sister-poet
cram all your words
into yon flagon
fling it seaward
my impoverished muse
   desirous
requires heartening

waft my way
steady as you come
leagues across
wash up on my shore
before your message
   ebbs
buoy me, sister-poet

let’s clasp hands
   sister-poet

Poem #15 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans.