Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Jeffry Jensen


Eileen’s eye focused on
the sea and not
the arcade that was
morphing into a hazard
for everyone in
the extended family.
The day was full of
vermilion petals and
feathers that floated down
from a previous generation.
She watched the ocean be
transformed into a palace
full of fragrant myths, and
a gallery ready-made for
swimming away from
the geometry of death.

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